Chapter 4 Miss Hart, Asking for Help - Must Lick

"It's not out of the question, but Lawyer Locke has to agree first," Nora Hart seriously considered for a moment.

A striptease? Compared to an inheritance worth tens of billions, what's that worth?

Hmph—Andrew Locke let out a cold laugh and released her.

Nora is well known in Capital Port for talking big with no action, Andrew Locke buys none of that.

"Lawyer Locke, don't leave! We can discuss this. If you're not satisfied with a striptease, I can do something else."

Andrew Locke pulled off the wristband from his wrist, ready to leave the golf course, Nora keenly saw Jordan Hart, and quickly followed, holding onto Andrew Locke's arm.

"Nora?"

"Big bro, what a coincidence!"

Jordan Hart looked grim, his gaze falling on Nora holding Andrew Locke's arm: "Nora, you know Lawyer Locke?"

"Oops!" Nora pretended to be surprised, "I forgot to introduce him to you, big bro, my boyfriend."

Jordan Hart's heart skipped a beat, this Nora...making the first move?

"Changed again?"

Nora thought to herself, damn it, what do you mean changed again?

"Nora, Lawyer Locke is known in Capital Port as a young and talented man, you must treat him right! Don't be fickle like before, changing your love interest every few days."

As Jordan Hart said this, he looked at Andrew Locke, as if to warn him, Nora is very fickle.

Nora didn't get angry and coquettishly leaned her chin on Andrew Locke's shoulder, looking at Jordan Hart in response, "Don't worry, big bro! If I change, it's just changing a boyfriend, no need to split any inheritance."

Not like you, dumbass, marrying three wives, each conning you out of tens of millions, dumbass stuff.

"Big bro, you enjoy yourself, we're leaving now."

Nora clung to Andrew Locke's arm all the way to the locker room: "Can I let go now?"

"Not romantic."

Andrew Locke was both annoyed and amused, so cutesy and clingy when she needed his help, and kicking him away afterwards.

"Then Miss Hart can find someone with a sense of romance to handle your lawsuit!"

Andrew Locke couldn't be bothered changing out of his sportswear, picked up the clothes next to him, put them on, and left.

Nora followed him to the parking lot.

"Are you really not considering taking my case? The commission is up to you."

"Lawyer Locke, making money from others is earning, and earning my money is also earning. Don't tell me you like me and are scared to be around me all the time?"

Self-loving nut?

Andrew Locke laughed out of irritation, "Know why I won't take your case?"

"Why?"

"Because you're hard to serve."

Nora was oblivious, "Really? If I'm hard to serve, how come we got along so well in bed?"

"Damn, you two have slept together?"

"Is the news true?" Sean Shaw thought Andrew Locke was blind, completely blind.

"Fuck off..." The two of them said in unison.

Sean Shaw: .....

Andrew Locke opened the car door and got in, Nora followed and stubbornly kept him from closing the door, clinging onto the door looking at him, "Seeing as I'm so sincere, why not do me a favor out of kindness?"

When Nora begs for help, she gives off the vibe, 'the princess has graciously agreed to let you help her, you should come lick my boots.'

Andrew Locke looked at Nora, his mind flashing back to scenes from their school days.

Almost bewitched by this enchantress again, last night's disaster was because of that face, otherwise, how could he have catered to her only to be kicked away after?

"Nora, my car, someone has thrown shit at it, are you sure you want to cling on and not let go?"

Nora: ....

Bang—Andrew Locke quickly closed the car door, hit the gas pedal, and took off.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Hart, that's not how you ask for help, begging for help—requires licking!" Sean Shaw was quite pleased, even peasants have a day when a princess begs?

"You—" Hiss... Suddenly, several motorcycles burst out from a corner, heading towards Nora.

Nora quickly dodged, the rear end of the motorcycle drawing a perfect arc on the ground, charging towards her again.

Nora swiftly retreated behind a car, opened the trunk, took out a baseball bat, dodged, and thwacked the motorcyclist on the head.

"Fuck! What about the rule of law, huh?" Sean Shaw reacted and rushed up to help Nora Hart out of her predicament.

"Did you provoke someone?"

Nora snorted. Provoke someone? Was she that much of a troublemaker?

"Guess which of these guys is Sir Hart's illegitimate son?"

Sean Shaw: ....I'd rather not guess, life is precious.

The real fighters had left, leaving the two noobs to struggle on their own.

Damn!

Andrew Locke was muttering about Nora in his mind, he hadn't driven far when he realized no one was following, so he rolled down the window and looked in the rearview mirror.

The roaring noise of motorcycles dragging on the ground reached his ears.

Andrew turned the car around, and when he got back, he saw four or five motorcycles surrounding Nora and Sean Shaw. He stepped on the gas and rammed into two of them.

He opened the car door, got out, and took the baseball bat from Nora's hand.

"Son of a bitch, this is my weapon for self-defense."

"Do you really need self-defense with your scrawny frame?" said Andrew, then without further ado, he swung the bat onto a man's shoulder.

Hitting the helmet was useless, had to hit the body.

Nora watched Andrew's actions, wide-eyed.

This man—was indeed quite handsome.

Even more handsome when he fought without saying a word.

Much more handsome than when he was moving his hips in bed.

She and Sean Shaw hid for ages, while Andrew wrapped it up in about five minutes.

"Take off the helmet," the man said, tapping the helmet with the baseball bat.

Andrew glanced back at Nora, Nora shook her head, didn't recognize any of them.

Before long, the police came and took the people away. It was almost eleven o'clock by the time the three of them finished giving statements at the police station.

.....

"It's quite late, how about some supper? My treat, as thanks to Lawyer Locke for saving my life."

Andrew drove, while Nora sat in the back seat, hanging onto his headrest.

"I'm up for it, starving," Sean Shaw agreed immediately.

"You're saying those guys just now were sent by your dad's illegitimate kids?" Andrew asked while driving.

Nora slowly leaned back in her seat, grunted in affirmation.

She glanced at her scratched arm.

"That old bastard has twelve bastards outside, and five legitimate kids at home. He's about to die, no written will, no oral instructions, so isn't everyone showing off their skills to compete for the inheritance?"

"One fewer person, one less contender, who wouldn't want a bigger share of the money."

Nora's dad, among the top fifty richest, what concept is that? Divided among fifteen, each would get several billion.

Sir Hart's youthful escapades had been turned into books by the media.

Thinking of this, Nora felt she couldn't just sit there waiting for doom.

"When I get back, I'm going to seduce Jordan Hart and get him on my side against those twelve bastards first."

Andrew gave her a sideways glance: "A legal professional reminds you, that's illegal."

"Doesn't matter, since everyone in your company knows I'm your girlfriend, if I break the law it's like you did."

Andrew: .......Don't want to talk.

Impossible to communicate with Nora.

"Lawyer Locke, don't you think I'm quite pitiful? I'm this pitiful and you won't even help me?"

Nora was clinging to the back of Andrew's driver's seat: "If you don't help me, wait till the day I'm so poor I have no food to eat, I'll carry my mom with a broken bowl and knock on the doors of your company every day."

"Let all your wealthy clients see the ruthless face of the capitalists."

"Miss Hart, rest assured, beggars can't get into my building."

"Then I'll hang a banner outside your door."

"Nora," Andrew was a bit of a headache, Nora was too noisy: "Get out of the car, or shut up, pick one."