Chapter 59
Private Room.
Michael pushed open the door and walked in with a grim expression.
Several men were drinking themselves into oblivion, women in their arms, with others keeping them company—the atmosphere was decadent.
Frowning slightly, Michael coldly scanned the room but didn't see Nora anywhere.
Inexplicably, he felt relieved.
"Which one is Savannah?" David asked.
The bosses were too drunk to hear David's question.
David turned on the lights and shut off the music, speaking in a stern voice. "Who is Savannah?"
As Michael's assistant, David naturally carried himself with more pride than an ordinary assistant—he had the credentials to be proud.
Several men looked at David with displeasure. "Who are you?"
Someone recognized Michael's face and suddenly stood up, dizzy, thinking he was hallucinating from drinking too much. "Mr. Smith?"
Savannah also stepped forward in shock. "Mr. Smith?"
Michael—how could women who worked in nightclubs not know him?
They all knew the faces of these business tycoons.
"Mr. Smith! We didn't know you were coming to Silverlight City. You should have told us in advance so we could make arrangements." The manager rushed in from outside. "Mr. Smith, what brings you here?"
Savannah looked at Michael nervously. He was so handsome.
Rich, powerful, with status and position—what woman could resist such a man?
Savannah smiled flirtatiously and spoke softly. "Mr. Smith, are you looking for me?"
"Where's Nora?" Michael didn't want to waste words, frowning as he moved away from the approaching manager.
He hated women getting close to him.
David quickly stepped between them, blocking all the women who wanted to rush over. "Nora lives with you. Where is she?"
Savannah paused, then it clicked.
Michael was from the Smith family.
He was the older brother of Nora's fiancé James.
Seeing Michael's aggressive manner, and knowing Nora had escaped from Emerald City...
"Mr. Smith, what Nora? I don't know what you're talking about." Savannah instinctively wanted to protect Nora.
David frowned. "Do you think we'd come looking for you if we hadn't already confirmed everything?"
"Mr. Smith, you mean Nora, right?" The manager didn't dare offend Michael and naturally knew who he was talking about. "She got off work a long time ago."
"Call her." Michael told Savannah to contact Nora.
"She doesn't have a phone." Savannah stopped lying. "She's probably at my place."
"I just came from your place. She's not there." Michael was somewhat displeased.
Savannah was stunned. "Then I really don't know. She'll definitely come to work tomorrow. How about you come back tomorrow, Mr. Smith?"
She had to find a way to warn Nora quickly.
She had no idea where Nora had gone.
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Lakeside Villas.
Nora woke up and sat nervously in the car, refusing to get out.
Walter leaned patiently against the car door, looking at Nora with a smile. "Afraid I'll eat you?"
Nora didn't respond, her hands nearly digging into her own skin.
If she really took this step, there would be no turning back.
But Samuel was still waiting. His condition couldn't be delayed—they needed to confirm the diagnosis and set up a treatment plan as soon as possible.
She needed money. Samuel needed to go to school.
"Just three years, right?" Nora got out of the car and asked quietly.
Walter nodded.
Nora clutched her clothes and spoke softly. "I'll go for the medical checkup tomorrow."
Everyone at the club knew that Walter wouldn't easily get involved with the club women. He was very picky about women, and passing the medical checkup was the first step to becoming his woman.
Walter paused, then turned and entered the living room.
Nora was still so easy to deceive.
Before, her eyes held a clear kind of naivety, but now it seemed only the naivety remained.
"Come in. I won't touch you tonight." Seeing Nora still standing awkwardly outside, Walter spoke again.
Nora breathed a sigh of relief and slowly shuffled into the living room.
Walter's home was large and rather empty. You could tell he lived alone—the place was somewhat messy, as if he wasn't in the habit of hiring housekeepers.
Walter went to shower. Nora stood around with nothing to do, so she helped clean up Walter's place.
By the time Walter came out, the living room looked brand new.
Nora stood awkwardly to the side. "I just tidied up a bit."
Walter said nothing and led Nora to the door, registering her face and fingerprint on the security lock. "I don't come back often. You can just live here."
Nora was stunned, opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't ask.
Was Walter this generous with every woman?
"Go to bed." Walter told Nora to go sleep.
Nora went into the guest room, but Walter wasn't sleepy at all.
Five years ago, when Nora was sued by James and Aiden for extortion, it was his idea.
He had tipped off James, thinking he could use this to force Nora to beg for mercy.
He thought that when pushed to the edge, Nora would agree to whatever conditions he offered.
But Nora refused.
At the trial, she actually pleaded guilty voluntarily.
That day, Walter was there in person.
He wanted James to drop the charges, but it was too late.
Back then, Nora was so stubborn and unyielding it made him feel both pity and resentment.
He hated Nora's proud backbone, like a white rose blooming in the wind—no storm could break her.
Walter, who had never been rejected by a woman, perversely wanted to see Nora's pride worn down.
In Nora's third year in prison, she had a chance for early release due to good behavior.
But James and Aiden's people sabotaged it behind the scenes.
When Walter found out, he immediately went to visit her in prison. He wanted to see if those three years had worn down her sharp edges, if she would bend her noble spine.
But Nora refused to see him.
Once again, he chose to stand by and watch.
Until her five-year sentence was complete and Nora left prison.
Leaning on the sofa smoking, Walter's thoughts were complicated.
Before, he thought his interest in Nora was just temporary novelty—a woman who amazed him but was the only one he couldn't have, who wouldn't bow or soften to him no matter what he did.
But later he realized Nora had become his obsession.
His phone kept ringing. Walter was getting irritated.
The WhatsApp messages were from Bronte.
"Mr. Wood, you haven't contacted me lately."
Walter felt annoyed. Now that Nora was out and had somehow ended up by his side, he only felt impatient with all other women.
"Contact Royce tomorrow. He'll handle whatever resources you want." Walter sent the message and blocked her directly.
He was generous with women, but also always decisive.
Only Nora was an exception—not that he couldn't be ruthless with her, but after being ruthless, he actually felt regret.
This feeling was really annoying.
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Taking a deep breath, Walter slowly closed his eyes. He could never let Nora know he had manipulated things back then.
He wouldn't let Nora leave, but he could make amends.
"Royce, contact the blood and genetics specialists in Emerald City. Get a consultation on Nora's son's condition."
Actually, Walter was surprised himself that he didn't care at all that Nora had given birth to someone else's child.
When he was so picky about other women.
"Mr. Wood! The club called—Michael arrived in Emerald City early tonight. He's at our club looking for someone. Looking for Ms. Nora Adams."