Chapter 11 Pulling His Tie and Kissing His Lips

Andrew Locke had just gotten into the car and reported the destination to Lucas Holmes.

Then the other door was yanked open.

Nora Hart, dusty and fatigued, got in and before Andrew could react, she grabbed his tie and kissed him on the lips.

Lucas Holmes: ....

Andrew Locke: ....

Andrew tried to dodge, but Nora clung to his shirt collar, not letting him move an inch.

Lucas Holmes watched dumbfounded from the rear seat. Damn, she really knew how to flirt!

Indeed, Mr. Shaw was right; there was no man Miss Hart couldn't get.

This little temptress meeting a repressed man, it was uncertain who would outdo whom when old man Andrew Locke met the fiery Nora Hart.

Nora took the lead, her hand grasping Andrew's shirt was pressed against his chest, and as she leaned back against the car door, Nora rolled down the window...

The breeze from the parking lot, the flash of cameras, and gasps merged into one.

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit, snap it quick…"

The media had already drafted headline ideas when they saw the scene of Nora Hart kissing Andrew Locke.

—"Innocent girl passionately kissing boyfriend in parking lot."

This scoop would definitely explode...

Nora, watching the media's reaction outside, a sly pride flashed in her charming eyes, and her fingertips slowly lifted from the button.

The chaos outside faded as the car window slowly closed.

Nora Hart was not only good at seducing men, but also skilled at manipulating situations when necessary.

Such cunning and unshakeable mental state, if invested in a man, would definitely allow him to traverse through a myriad of temptations unscathed.

Andrew Locke had been played.

Nora pressed against Andrew's chest to push him away, her fingernails colored nude slowly tracing his thin lips: "Lawyer Locke, sorry for the inconvenience."

"You done watching? Why isn't the partition up yet?" Andrew Locke's roar filled the cramped space, startling Lucas Holmes into a shiver, quickly regaining his senses, raising the partition and driving in swift succession.

"Why so harsh, Lawyer Locke? Look how you've scared her..."

Nora hadn't finished her sentence when a sudden thought made her lean into Andrew, her breath falling on his face stirring the slight fuzz: "Lawyer Locke isn't annoyed because I took advantage of him, right?"

"Nora Hart..." Andrew's breath became slightly erratic, his glance sideway hoping she would behave herself.

Just as he turned his head, Nora's long fingertips pressed his head closer.

Andrew's mind went blank.

Anything Nora Hart set her eyes on, whether person or object, she always went straight for it without even playing on the edge.

"That was just acting to fit the occasion; this one... is sincere."

"Did Lawyer Locke feel it?"

"Miss Hart hasn't changed over the years."

She's audacious, bright, never stooping to pretense; that's her capital.

Compared to others who weigh pros and cons, Nora's straightforwardness is indeed rare in this world.

"Only those without ability need to constantly change themselves from youth, but I, even if I do nothing, still can't hide my charm."

Andrew chuckled dismissively, reaching out to pinch Nora's chin, pulling her closer: "Really? I want to see if Miss Hart will ever change."

The prouder she is, the more he wanted to clip her wings.

And unlike him, the higher Andrew Locke seemed, the more she wanted to pull him down to earth.

...

"You haven't really fallen for Andrew Locke, have you?"

"What value is there in reminiscing over such a boring and introverted guy?"

In the apartment, Nora Hart sat on a balcony wicker chair, holding a wine glass, gently swaying it back and forth.

Sheila Wendy stood behind her, watching her lovestruck expression and couldn't help but scoff a few times.

Nora Hart picked up the glass and took a sip of wine: "Handsome!"

"Can you eat handsomeness?"

"I drink dew."

Sheila Wendy snickered: "You're so pure and noble, why don't you give away your dad's fortune then?"

Nora Hart's gaze, which had been watching the bustling traffic, slowly retracted: "I think I touched his abs today."

Sheila Wendy: ..... "You've already slept with him, and you don't know if he has abs?"

"I was too drunk! Now thinking about it, I regret it. If I could do it again, I'd stay sober."

"Nora, you're done for," Sheila Wendy felt this young lady was beyond saving.

Falling for Andrew Locke? If she really got together with him and then divorced, she wouldn't even have pants to wear.

"Marrying a ruthless lawyer like Andrew Locke, if you got divorced later, you'd lose a layer of skin with each floor of his 32-story building."

Every major attorney division would be cursed by Nora Hart.

Don't ever go for lawyers, they've got dark hearts, let alone top lawyers.

"Who said I'm going to marry him? I just want to sleep with him."

Sheila Wendy: .....

"Sis, the trending search is out," Matthew Summers came out of the house and handed a tablet to Sheila Wendy.

"Shock! Popular sweetheart kissing boyfriend in the parking lot"

Sheila Wendy angrily threw the tablet to Nora Hart: "I knew you were going to trend yourself, why did I even bother buying anything?"

"Waste of money."

..........

The next day, when Andrew Locke arrived at the law firm, he found the building surrounded by impenetrable crowds.

"What's going on?"

Lucas Holmes silently opened the trending topics on Weibo and handed it to him.

He didn't dare to make a sound, the truth was last night Miss Hart was truly fierce!

When she sets her eyes on a man, she really goes for it, regardless of the situation or location.

Looking at the trending search, Andrew Locke's eyes twitched: "Retract it, then clarify."

Lucas Holmes glanced awkwardly at Andrew Locke, then opened WeChat.

Nora Hart's coy voice came through: "Lucas Holmes! Remember to tell your Chairman Locke! If he dares to speak carelessly, I'll hold a press conference saying I got dumped and cheated on. Lawyer Locke likes to keep things low-key, right? Then every day I'll encourage fans to hang banners and mourn under your law firm's building."

Lucas Holmes awkwardly touched his nose, looking at Andrew Locke: "Boss, maybe just endure it! Miss Hart has brought us quite a lot of business, recently the family affairs department took on several high-profile celebrity divorce cases, some people in the firm have already started worshipping Miss Hart as the Lord of Wealth."

Andrew Locke: ...... She's good at pleasing people.

Manipulating people without anyone noticing.

Andrew Locke had known this already, not angry, not angry... dead angry, the proud one is Nora Hart.

"Lawyer Locke, good morning!"

Holding back his anger, Andrew Locke pushed open his office door, and what greeted his eyes was Nora Hart sitting in his chair.

Resting her chin in her hands and looking at him, a pink strap hanging off her shoulder, exposing just enough cleavage.

A scene fueling boundless imagination.

Andrew Locke felt that, eventually being worn down by Nora Hart, he would end up kneeling under her pomegranate skirt, licking her.

This woman, with her charming eyes, soft waist, and teasingly exposed cleavage, was inciting crime.