Chapter 7 If Elite Universities had a test on risqué literature, I would definitely rank first.

Nora Hart had to maintain her pure and innocent image, standing at the police station entrance chatting with Andrew Locke about such explicit matters while barely keeping up a smile.

The perfect picture of grinning outwardly while cursing inwardly.

Gentle persona!!! Damn it, she should never have listened to Sheila Wendy.

She should never have gone for the gentle approach; if she had taken the domineering CEO route, she would have had Andrew Locke kneeling before her, singing "Conquest".

"Miss Hart didn't seem pleased," Andrew Locke said, grinding his back teeth.

"Eating a mouthful is essentially no different from a whole pot. If Lawyer Locke wishes to delve deeper into the experience, I'm not opposed to making some time to grace you with my presence."

Andrew Locke: ..... Grace? ....I can't stand it.

While Nora Hart took verbal advantage, Andrew Locke's hands took advantage in the shadows.

When his fingertips landed on Nora Hart's waist, he almost snapped her in half.

As soon as she got in the car, Nora Hart exploded: "Were you born in the year of the rooster? Such a penchant for grabbing?"

"If you leave marks, how can I wear backless dresses?"

Andrew Locke looked at Nora Hart touching her waist and muttering, then scoffed: "Miss Hart, what difference does it make whether you show your back or not?"

"Who would care for a pair of A cups?"

Nora Hart: ....."Are you being sleazy? You touch yet claim you don't want?"

Andrew Locke gave her a glance: "Miss Hart, even a fluffy toy discarded by the roadside would tempt you to touch it, let alone Capital Port's number one beauty offered on a platter. If I didn't touch, wouldn't you suspect I were Yue Xia Lai (a man of integrity)?"

The driving assistant: .....Is this within my pay grade to listen to?

Nora Hart is far from as innocent as she appears.

An innocent flower? Laughable, her mind is meticulous enough to be a scriptwriter.

The Hart Family is complicated, Sir Hart is notoriously promiscuous, with a pile of illegitimate children outside, yet oddly, Nora Hart is the most favored.

It takes more than an innocent girl to make a promiscuous man settle down.

Judging by the way she alternated slaps and sweet dates to deal with Evelyn Hart today, she's definitely well-versed in the art of mansion mastery.

Seeking a lawyer is just about getting a talisman for herself.

.....

"Sis...." Nora Hart was dropping off Andrew Locke at his law firm.

Assistant Matthew Summers looked at her morose face as she sat in the car silently, and carefully called out to her.

Nora Hart leaned against the car window, her head banging against the glass: "I have a headache."

"Why don't we switch lawyers?"

"If I don't go with Andrew Locke, Jordan Hart will surely cozy up to me. If those two team up, how will I get any money?" No, absolutely not letting Jordan Hart and Andrew Locke get together.

Peace? Peace my ass.

Right now, the thought of those two colluding made her wish the earth would explode.

"What do we do then?" asked Matthew Summers.

"You go, contact the surrounding shops and start sending afternoon tea to the law firm every day."

"Should I say anything?"

"From the boss lady."

She didn't believe she couldn't handle Andrew Locke.

Matthew Summers understood, nodded, and prepared to drive off to take care of it. As he was about to turn the car around, a water truck burst out of the crossroads at the CBD financial center, heading straight for Nora Hart's nanny car...

Bang————

The explosive sound was heard throughout the law firm.

Andrew Locke had just returned to his office and was about to take off his suit when he saw his secretary peeking out the window looking down.

"What's that noise?"

"A water truck has collided with a nanny car."

Just a car accident, something not so unusual, Andrew Locke had never been one to gawk at these events.

He who was just about to sit down froze in motion...

The nanny car?

Nora Hart?

He walked swiftly toward the window, looking down to see Nora Hart's assistant struggling to climb out from the car window.

Andrew Locke rushed out like the wind.

"Lawyer Locke," Matthew Summers, seeing Andrew Locke, felt like seeing a relative, having always heard from Nora Hart about this skinflint, had always visualized Lawyer Locke as a slick professional, but now seeing him rushing over — this is a relative!

Passersby came over to help Matthew Summers climb out of the car.

Andrew Locke flipped on top of the car roof, ready to pull out Nora Hart, but no sign of her inside or outside the car.

"Where's Nora Hart?"

"Lawyer Locke is looking for me?" Nora Hart, not wanting to delay today's afternoon tea plans, was about to take a taxi home, letting Matthew Summers get on with the errands.

Who would have thought that the car was hit by the water truck just after turning to the other side of the road?

She sprinted over the pedestrian bridge, only to hear Andrew Locke's roar.

The white dress of the female star flipped wildly in the air, her long hair disheveled yet bewitching - obviously... she had just sprinted over.

Andrew Locke collided with Nora Hart's barely smiling eyes and laughed angrily: "I was hoping to collect your corpse, such a pity."

"Tsk, I've told you I don't like men who talk tough," Nora Hart tidied her messy hair, with an expression that subtly suggested she knew he liked her.

Matthew Summers was taken to the hospital, and the water truck driver was taken by the traffic police.

Andrew Locke arranged for subordinates to follow up, then turned around and returned to his office.

Nora Hart followed him inside like a little tail.

As soon as the office door closed, Nora Hart pressed against Andrew Locke's waist, cornering him against the wall, her boneless hand quickly, accurately, and fiercely landed on a certain area.

In an instant, Andrew Locke's repressed voice rose: "Nora Hart, where exactly are you touching me?"

"I just want to verify, which is harder between Lawyer Locke's mouth and this here."

Andrew Locke's back hairs bristled.

Upon closer examination, with the movement of Nora Hart's hand, there was a slight tremble.

Nora Hart's determined nonchalance dominated over Andrew Locke's restraint.

Nora Hart's fiendish demeanor made Andrew Locke reach out and grab her chin: "Nora Hart, where did you learn these tricks?"

Nora Hart leaned in a bit: "From other men, of course!"

Not even textbooks from nine years of compulsory education are as thick as the adult films she's watched.

Tsk — A woman in the entertainment industry of the new era has to play even wilder than men to not lose out to them.

Otherwise, blushing at a mere flirt? How did she become Little Miss Innocent of the entertainment world?

Andrew Locke, squeezing her chin, tightened his fingers, while the other hand peeled away her claws: "No wonder you couldn't get into Elite Universities."

Nora Hart: ......Some people really waste the gift of speech.

If she didn't need Andrew Locke, for a man with such a smart mouth, she'd clap back at each one:

Nora Hart pried off the fingers from her chin: "If Elite Universities tested on adult fiction, I would definitely come first."

"If the lawyer's qualification certificate exam asked about adult film leads instead of legal figures, I would absolutely come out on top."

Andrew Locke gazed at her with utter disdain: "Even the Goddess of Justice and Bodhisattva Manjusri would call you 'sister' upon meeting you."

"Send Miss Hart back," Andrew Locke pressed the intercom, summoned his secretary to escort her out, his head ached from being with Nora Hart.

Nora Hart didn't cling to him, either. To hook a man, you need to know when to reel in and when to give slack.