Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 87:

Kathy’s contempt was on the verge of boiling over. Joanna was seething with anger, while Norah remained as cool as a cucumber, which only served to heighten Kathy’s anxiety.

“Listen up, last time Derek and I spotted Mr. Scott wining and dining with a lady at the Sky Restaurant. Do you know her, Miss Wilson? She’s Amabel from the Morris family, a hotshot business consultant working for a big-shot company abroad. They were giggling and chatting away like old acquaintances.”

Madeline couldn’t help but smirk, her eyes brimming with malice as she fixed a painted gaze on Norah, hoping to witness her breakdown. In Madeline’s book, Norah had barely been with Sean a month before he moved on to another woman. Surely Norah must be going through a rough time, right?

Jumping on the bandwagon, Kathy chimed in, “So, Norah, are you crashing at the Hayes family’s house? Mr. Hayes doesn’t mind that you just split with my brother and now Mr. Scott’s given you the boot? Oh, the drama!”

Kathy and Madeline exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes betraying their unabashed delight in Norah’s seemingly misfortune.

The salesperson from BelleVogue had been following Norah and Joanna since they walked in. Attempting to diffuse the tension, she approached them and said, “Ladies, do you need any help?”

Kathy shot back haughtily, “Who do you think you are? Did we ask for your damn assistance?”

The salesperson visibly paled but persisted, “Ma’am, I’m just a salesperson here at BelleVogue. If you need anything, just let me know. All of you are valued customers. Let’s not argue, please.”

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Madeline tugged at Kathy’s arm. “Kathy, she didn’t mean any provocation. Why start a fight?”

The salesperson glanced gratefully at Madeline.

Kathy relented begrudgingly, “Fine. I shouldn’t have snapped at her.”

Kathy then gestured arrogantly toward Norah. “But this pauper couldn’t afford a single thing in this store! If she accidentally ruins a dress, she couldn’t even afford to compensate for it.”

up slowly, her tone icy. “You call me a pauper?

“You and Madeline are merely beggars. It’s almost comical

an accusing finger at Norah, Kathy retorted, “What nonsense

as she grabbed Kathy’s finger and bent it forcefully, eliciting immediate cries of, “Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go of my

her finger, but Norah’s grip seemed unyielding, firmly holding onto her finger and preventing any escape. She

fingers at me! I

“It’s going to break!”

at Kathy’s painful cries, pleaded anxiously, “Miss Wilson, please let go. Do

just happily browsing through

arms. “I’ve never seen such

shake, Norah tossed

eyes as she cowered behind Madeline, nursing her throbbing finger. With a slightly quivering voice, she said, “I didn’t say anything wrong. Your source of income is murky. You haven’t got a penny to your name. If that’s not being a pauper,

to respond when a

the room as everyone

salesperson breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone

man sauntered gracefully over to Norah, his voice dripping with charm. “Even if Miss Wilson decides to use our clothes as drapes, we

were taken aback. “And

attire as drapes? Even the wealthiest wouldn’t squander money like that,” Madeline scoffed. Judging by the man’s demeanor, it seemed he

extended into the

spoke up, “This is

you were here? I heard these two morons mocking you the moment I stepped out, and

feel the same way, Aaron! Norah isn’t fazed at

remained composed, showing no sign of anger. Madeline and

whispered to Madeline. “I heard that the judge for

sparkled. “It might