Chapter 1 How is Lawyer Locke in my bed?

Continental Hotel suite.

The panting gradually ceased, and Nora Hart's nails carved trails of blood down the man's back...

.......

The hurried knocking woke the drunken person.

What happened last night? At her engagement party, her fiancé's ex-girlfriend showed up and played their sex video.

She became a joke throughout the city...

She drowned her sorrows in alcohol, and ended up sleeping with a man... And that man was none other than the notorious King Yan of the legal circle.

The most crucial part was, in her naive younger years, she chased after him, made him her boyfriend for a day, and then dumped him.

Andrew Locke was teased as "Mr. Short" for a long time by those in the Capital Port circle.

Her ex-boyfriend witnessing her being cuckolded by another ex and coming to "actually" comfort her?

Nora Hart felt her innocent celebrity persona was about to be shredded.

"Awoken?" The man beside her lit a cigarette, chuckled lightly: "Miss Hart and her fiancé are quite the pair, each playing their own games?"

Nora Hart cursed vividly in her mind.

Andrew Locke stretched his fingers to take the ashtray from the nightstand: "What's the mentality of sleeping with an ex just before bedtime? To disgust another ex?"

"You two really are from Hulunbeir and Xilingol respectively! Green without any impurities."

Nora, wrapping the blanket around her, picked up a bathrobe and draped it over herself.

She moved her toes and turned around, facing the man leaning against the headboard, half-naked, the blanket loosely covering his lower half, and a freshly lit cigarette pinched between his fingers.

His entire demeanor was lazily seductive...beautiful as if not belonging to this world.

His deep, sinister eyes locked on her, waiting for her to speak.

Andrew Locke, the crown prince of the legal circles in Capital Port, notoriously difficult, was well-known to everyone.

"Why is Lawyer Locke in my bed?"

"That's something I should be asking you, Miss Hart," the man picked up the room card next to the phone on the nightstand and waved it in front of Nora.

Nora Hart's expression was unreadable. What do people say? Facing Andrew Locke in court, you'd be lucky to walk out with your underwear.

Oh, Nora, Nora, why sleep with Andrew Locke?

This week's scandal is already making history.

"I drank too much last night, I hope Lawyer Locke doesn't mind," she said while pretending to be nonchalant, walking to the foot of the bed to pick up a white shirt and put it on, the bathrobe falling to the floor, her fair skin somewhat dazzling.

The man squinted, scrutinizing.

"Does Miss Hart always climb into others' beds so dazedly when drunk? Forcing herself on other men?"

Nora Hart didn't want to explain, especially given her not so harmonious relationship with this former ex, Andrew: "I suppose! Sometimes if I drink too much, twice a day even."

Nora picked up her bag from the floor, pulling out a stack of cash and placing it on the long couch at the bed's foot: "Continental Hotel's special service is 3100 per night, here's 5000, with hopes for Lawyer Locke's understanding."

The sight of the cash turned Andrew Locke's face a deeper shade of displeasure.

Using him as a gigolo?

Treating him as a plaything?

"5000 a night, isn't Miss Hart overestimating herself?"

Nora Hart appeared to have a sudden realization, digging out a coin from her bag: "This is Mr. Locke's worth."

"Heh—," the man laughed in anger, not only used but also insulted.

"Engagement party greened by your fiancé, the one who greened you a mere unknown secretary, the Hart and Holt Family in chaos now, Miss Hart says, what would you gain if I released the news of you and me in bed?"

Andrew Locke stood up, picking up a towel from the floor and wrapping it around his lower body: "If I were you, I would definitely not get involved in such a losing trade."

"You never liked Jack Holt, that brainless second-generation heir, and now you've been cornered by a woman who can't even make it to the wealthy circles. If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to face people, Princess Hart supposedly the top belle of Capital Port, where do you put your face?"

Nora Hart clicked her tongue: "What's that got to do with Lawyer Locke?"

"Nothing, but…" the man wickedly curved his lips: "But who can resist watching your downfall?"

Nora Hart snorted with laughter: "Who would have thought? Lawyer Locke looks decent in a suit, but stripped down is nothing but a beast in clothes."

"I'll be waiting for you to beg me," Andrew Locke reached out to pinch Nora Hart's chin, speaking coldly.

Nora Hart brushed his dog's paw off her chin: "In your dreams."

.....

In the Holt family's home, Jack Holt knelt on the ground, shivering.

"Dad, I really didn't expect such a thing to happen yesterday. I was just playing around with that woman."

"Playing around at what scene? Do you think you're so high and mighty? Soliciting prostitution and still talking so grandly."

"Dad, I'm really helpless! It's been over a year since Nora and I got engaged, and she hasn't let me touch her once. I'm a man and I have needs too!"

"Beast," Julian had just arrived at the Holt Family's doorstep when he heard this statement.

He walked over wanting to slap Jack, but as he raised his hand—Bang, he fainted.

....

In the nanny van, the agent looked at Nora as if they wanted to crack open her skull to see what was inside.

"Who else could you have slept with? You slept with Andrew Locke, Nora, do you not want to work in this industry anymore?"

"Do you believe that Andrew Locke can be ruthless enough to report you for solicitation?"

Nora thought to herself, really?

"And he wouldn't be admitting he's a gigolo?"

"Is your loss from solicitation bigger, or his loss as a gigolo? Nora, you haven't even secured your place in the entertainment industry yet!"

"Do you have any idea how many entertainers want Andrew Locke as their lawyer?" The agent was almost furious enough to curse.

Nora, feeling a headache, playfully hooked onto her agent's arm: "Anyway, what's done is done, scolding me is useless now! Why not think of a way to handle the PR so I don't lose too much?"

All the endorsements, movies, and advertisements she had recently taken on were now frantically calling to inquire about the situation; if something went wrong, the penalties alone would be substantial.

The agent looked at her in frustration.

"The Holt family has sent Jack and that woman abroad."

"When did they do that?" Nora was shocked; her vengeance was unclaimed, and now the people were shipped off? What was the Holt family thinking?

"Are you joking?"

"Why would I joke? Your dad fainted over at their place out of anger, if it weren't for your dad's sake, why would they explain anything to you? Now your dad's life and death are uncertain, they definitely had to plan ahead, especially since that woman is pregnant."

Nora:.......

Nora had thought about going for a spa in the afternoon since she got no benefits from being under Andrew's control last night and felt drained to the core.

Before she could act on it, Ms. Young's call came.

"Your dad's dying, come back quickly."

Nora sat in the nanny van drinking goji berry tea from a thermos: "Always saying he's dying, but does he ever actually die?"

"Why ask so many questions? Your second brother and those illegitimate sons and daughters are already on their way, if you don't come back, you won't get a single penny."

The old Mr. Hart was a sentimental fool, his whole life he only loved women in their twenties, never changing until death.

At such an old age, he continuously had illegitimate children showing up; his second wife and Nora's mother, Grace Young, was no longer surprised by these things. Mr. Hart might have many illegitimate children but she wouldn't let it affect her share of the inheritance.

Nora got back to the old Hart mansion, and Grace immediately dragged her into the bedroom: "Go ask the lawyer later how the assets are distributed."

"Haven't we asked already? There was no will."

"I think your dad is really not making it this time, we need to find a good lawyer just in case."

"Who?"

"Andrew Locke."

"Pfft—," she just slept with the guy, and now she's going to ask him for help?

"Get another lawyer."

"He is the unbeatable legend of Capital Port," Grace looked at her seriously.

"Mom, I just slept with him, it's kind of awkward."

"Isn't that perfect? Problem solved after a quick fling. You'd rather let those illegitimate children fight over your inheritance?"

Nora:.......

"Nora, choose between one hundred billion and ten billion."

Nora thought, what kind of idiot would choose wrong? Obviously the one hundred billion.

"You just had an incident, the Holt family now believes your dad won't make it and the entire family has fled abroad. If you don't do something, you'll get nothing. Without your dad's support, what will you live on? All the money you've scraped together in the entertainment industry? When the time comes, you'll have to sell your luxury cars, mansions, even your Hermès, do you still want to fly in private jets for shopping? What about when Jack shows up at your door flaunting his wife and kid in a year, can you swallow that humiliation?"

She couldn't. She could be poor, but she couldn't stand Jack, that idiot, flaunting his wife and child in front of her.

That would be a disgrace!!!

"I'm going right now."