Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 97:

Derek was silent for a moment, his face darkening. “What did you just say?”

Norah chuckled and replied, “Whoever makes the most noise is nothing short of pathetic.”

Her words served as an insult to Derek, Madeline, and Madeline’s parents.

Rhoda, quickly angered due to her temperamental nature, opened her mouth to hit back. But at that moment, two men approached them from behind Norah.

One of them, dressed in a finely tailored wine-red suit with meticulously combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses, emitted a polished aura. The other man, visibly cold-tempered, wore a silver-gray suit, with his right wrist wrapped in a white bandage. He scanned the whole crowd with a malicious gaze.

They were Bryson and Kason, respectively—and neither of them had a female companion with them.

Coen, about to belittle Norah, stopped when he noticed the man in the wine-red suit approaching with his assistant. Upon recognizing the man as Bryson, he hurriedly walked forward with a smile.

Facing Bryson, Coen bowed unctuously and said, “Greetings, Mr. Andrews. My name is Coen. You remember me, right? I believe you’ve gone through the plan I sent to you the other day.”

“It’s quite impressive,” Bryson smiled politely and replied, “Actually, I haven’t gone through your plan yet. But rest assured, once I’ve read it, my assistant will forward my reply to you.”

With that, Bryson turned to face Norah and quickly took a few steps toward her. “Norah, you’re stunning! I didn’t expect to run into you here,” Bryson said. Having no idea what had happened between Norah and Sean, Bryson assumed she came alone.

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“You have an invitation, right? Or, do you need me to take you in?” Bryson asked.

He hadn’t been around when the Powell family had sarcastically addressed Norah. If he had been aware of their demeaning words toward her, he wouldn’t have treated Coen so politely. Instead, he would have told Coen directly to his face to go to hell.

“Thanks, but don’t bother, Mr. Andrews. Please leave Norah to me, I’ll take her in,” Kason said.

in surprise. He wondered whether

thought to why Norah, well-dressed for the occasion, was standing outside the auction

here without an invitation?” Kathy asked as she got out of a taxi and walked up to the entrance of the auction hall.

Why are you here?” Madeline

a look

you along? Behave yourself and go back home now, or else, you might end

Kathy felt hurt and disappointed. Her brother didn’t even bother to ask her who agreed to bring her to the auction and

you to stress yourself,

turned her head to face Norah, who was now standing on the red carpet. Dressed in a bright red dress, Norah was, without even trying,

at the Scott family’s place, right, Norah? If so, why don’t you have an invitation when today’s auction is being hosted by the Scott family? Besides, I thought Mr. Scott was the one you were chasing after. When did you start chasing after Andrews?” Kathy mocked, widening her eyes in

Mr. Scott? Mr. Hayes hasn’t kicked you out, right? Or have you forgotten what we discussed about

Bryson cleared his throat and said softly, “Excuse me. I believe you are Mr.

do you just let this undisciplined girl run around? You should be able to bring her to order. Or should I do

rapidly as she studied Bryson, her gaze meeting his cold, unyielding eyes. She couldn’t help but swallow hard, feeling

frowned at Kathy. Outside of the business world, this was the first time he and Bryson had met. The nature of Bryson’s relationship with Norah was irrelevant to Derek; all that

Kathy,” Derek said sharply. “What part of my instructions don’t you understand? I can’t believe you just spouted all that rubbish in

back home!” Kathy yelled, ignoring the stares of the people around

and whispered comments from the crowd, Kathy didn’t care. She

head. She knew all too well how short-tempered Kathy could be. Derek and Madeline had already refused to bring Kathy to the

and Kason, who had offered to take her in, and said, “Actually, I

Derek hurriedly intervened. “I apologize for my sister’s arrogance, Mr. Andrews. She will return home now. That

right now. If you want to have an audience with me,

his assistant approached and faced Derek. “You should step back, Mr. Carter. Mr. Andrews likes

hadn’t moved from where she stood, and

quickly grabbed Derek’s hand, trying to calm him down, whispering his name, “Derek.” The place was filled with many influential people, and if Derek lost his cool in front of them, it would be something he