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.”

servants moved swiftly, guiding a sobbing

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

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, his voice carried a

until it curved her lips

he reached out, his fingers tousling her hair in

got you grinning like

into a sly,

episode’s plot twist? Absolutely

words danced with mischief as she let her hand drift toward his, her

did. His hand closed around hers, their fingers intertwining

one swift motion, he tugged her into his embrace.

you this hooked,

nod brushing against

a quiet moment, she pulled back just enough to meet