Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1171:

Shelly’s tears spilled over, her hands wringing together.

“You have to help me! Spare me, please, for old times’ sake!”

She searched his face, her voice cracking.

“I know I messed up. I swear I will never do it again. My endorsements are gone—I cannot survive this! You know how much reputation matters for models. Give me one more chance…”

Norton’s stare was unrelenting, cold as winter stone.

“I warned you before, Shelly. Target Yvonne again, harm her in any way, and I would not let it pass. This mess is your own doing. Begging changes nothing.”

Norton’s mind churned with memories of Yvonne’s pain, the sleepless nights she had endured because of Shelly’s schemes. This punishment was too light.

He waved a hand at the servants.

“Get her out.”

swiftly, guiding a

eyes on the TV, but her ears caught every word. Her breath hitched when Norton’s sharp words to Shelly sliced

had braced herself for Norton to cave again, to blur the edges of right and wrong with his usual soft-hearted meddling. Yet this time,

swelling until it curved her lips into a gentle

a low chuckle, he reached out, his fingers

got you grinning like

into

episode’s plot twist?

words danced with mischief as she let her hand

noticed—of course he did. His hand closed around hers, their

widened, and in one swift motion, he tugged her into

you this

her nod brushing against

a quiet moment, she pulled back just enough