Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 725

Chapter 725:

Another chimed in, “She’s an enigma, that’s for sure. Nobody knows the full extent of her abilities. Look at those

poor guys outside — still on their knees!”

The group Gerry had intimidated was in no mood for partying. An unsettling apprehension hung heavily in the

air, fueled by the looming threat of potential job losses. Dejected, they all left.

Norah hurried after Gerry. “You're with the Boyds, aren't you? Who's your boss?” she pressed, hoping it was

either Hans or Yolande, both of whom seemed easy-going. She figured Manley wouldn't be found in a place like

this.

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Gerry inclined his head respectfully. “Yes, Miss Wilson. You'll see who it is soon enough.”

He kept her guessing. “My boss saw you were in trouble and sentto intervene.”

Norah felt a surge of certainty. It had to be Hans. If it were Yolande, she would've definitely shown up.

The Cloud Club's decor was a flamboyant fusion of extravagance and technology, creating a constantly shifting

sensory experience. One moment they were walking through a stark white corridor, the next, they were

immersed in a dazzling, high-tech passage.

Gerry led Norah through a labyrinth of turns before stopping at Room 104.

“Miss Wilson, please,” he gestured toward the door. Norah, having just messaged Sean with her location, pushed

open the door without hesitation.

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The private room was bathed in a dim, atmospheric glow, punctuated by bursts of colorful light from a corner. A

lively mix of men and women filled the space—ssinging into microphones, others lounging on plush sofas,

drinks in hand.

Her gaze immediately fell on the figure on the sofa.

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A cigarette smoldered between his fingers, the swirling smoke blurring the sharp angles of his face and

obscuring his cool, indifferent eyes. It was an image both ethereal and undeniably captivating. He was, without a

doubt, the most arresting presence in the room.

Beside him sat a woman with cascading black hair, draped in a flowing white dress. Delicate makeup

accentuated her graceful features. Her body leaned possessively close to the man, an unspoken declaration of

her claim.

The man was Marlin.

Norah studied them for a moment, a slight frown creasing her brow. Every head in the room had turned towards

the door, Marlin and Dolores included.

Dolores’ eyes widened in surprise. “Norah? What are you doing here? This is my birthday party!”