Chapter 5 The extravagant scene of Nora Hart hooking his waist...

The next day, Nora Hart was still in dreams.

Sheila Wendy called, "Awake yet?"

"Half-asleep."

"Then would you mind approving the report," Sheila Wendy spoke in a mocking tone.

"What do you mean?" Nora Hart slowly sat up, her silk robe sliding off her shoulders, revealing her pale skin where not even a hair could be seen.

"You've hit the trending topics, better crawl out of bed and deal with it."

「Shocker! Popular actress caught dating two men at once」

One photo was of her and Andrew Locke, another was with Sean Shaw.

Great! Just saw those two men yesterday, and the media caught it all with astounding precision.

For crying out loud, can't even meet with a man!

Even the dogs in the entertainment circle would recognize the scent.

Nora Hart hadn't had the chance to scroll through the comments when Ms. Young's call came: "Your dad is dying, and instead of figuring out how to make money, you're messing around with men? And two at a time?"

"Wasn't it you who told me to seduce them?" Nora Hart's tone was calm, as if the entire world was in a hurry but she wasn't.

"Watch yourself, or you might be ruined by the media before securing the inheritance."

With the Hart Family's status, they were always under media scrutiny, but thanks to Grace Young's foresight in predicting such events, she had arranged a professional manager to join the company early. Otherwise, the company would have faced problems by now.

If Nora Hart was a decent, diligent person that would be one thing, but she mingled in the entertainment circle, often hitting the trending news as if it was free.

"Rest assured."

She picked up her phone, went to the wardrobe, and held a plain white dress against herself: "Ms. Young, let me ask you something, once this issue with my dad is settled, what's the first thing you're planning to do?"

"Want the truth or a lie?" Grace Young asked.

"Just don't waste my time."

"Take your father's money to find you a stepdad," Ms. Young said without a second thought, as if it had been her life goal all along.

The moment the old man dies, her goal would be fulfilled.

"So, to help you use my dad's money to find me a stepdad, lend me a hand."

"Talk."

....

Jordan Hart started a logistics company in Capital Port, catering to domestic and international freight, proving to be the most talented among the many children of the old man. Sadly, the more talented he was, the more Nora Hart wanted to take him down.

In Harbor Ring Logistics Park, wearing a plain white dress and with her hair flowing, Nora Hart looked just like the delicate secondary female character from a romance drama, seemingly frail and non-threatening.

"Got something for me?"

Nora Hart toyed with her hair using her slender fingertips: "I want to make a deal with my brother."

"What kind of deal?" Jordan Hart's impression of Nora was that of a vase, a vase that only knew how to spend the family's money.

Nora Hart smiled slightly: "About those twelve illegitimate children dad has out there."

Jordan Hart's hand paused with the teacup, leaning back on the sofa and assessing Nora.

Nora resembled her mother, beautiful in a pure yet vivid way, spoiled since childhood, carrying an inherent haughtiness.

Her entire presence exuded a royal air, and her demeanor suggested that all life forms were mere insects before her.

Seeing Jordan Hart hesitate, Nora knew he must have considered it too.

"Does Andrew Locke know about your plan?"

"Does it matter?" Nora inquired nonchalantly.

Jordan Hart chuckled, "It matters. If Andrew Locke is not your strategist, I need to seriously consider this cooperation."

Nora: ......Looking down on her?

This bastard...

Seeing Nora's expression change, Jordan Hart snorted, "Being honest here, after all, when the old man was young he was no saint. One or two illegitimate children might be fine, letting them have a bite of such a big pie wouldn't matter much, but… a dozen or more, enough for them to compete for our shares? Nora, if we're to cooperate, you need to show some sincerity. You, mingling in the entertainment circle, can't conveniently appear for any official dealings, so ultimately, I'll be the one resolving matters."

Nora followed along, "True."

"Then I'll show some sincerity."

Jordan Hart tilted his chin, "You say."

"Stop keeping vigil, before things are settled, no one is allowed to see the old man."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, figure it out yourself!"

His mom is still officially the old geezer's wife, moving an unconscious person is easy for her, isn't that sincerity? That's sincerity.

No one can see the old man, everyone must be anxious!

"Go to the law firm."

As soon as Nora Hart got in the car, she began fussing over the hem of her skirt.

Her assistant looked at her, "Sis, the media has been keeping an eye on you lately! Maybe another day?"

"I can quit showbiz, but I must get Lawyer Locke, drive."

She doesn't care about the little money from showbiz.

The old man's inheritance is her life goal; with that money, couldn't she dominate the entertainment industry anyway?

At four in the afternoon, Andrew Locke returned from court, and as soon as he pushed open the office door, he saw a figure clad in white sitting on the chair, which startled him for a few seconds, "Did your dad die?"

Nora Hart: .......

"He's not dead and you dress like you're in mourning?"

Nora Hart: ... "Lawyer Locke, with all the money you make, ever thought about visiting an ophthalmologist?"

Andrew Locke grimaced, taking off his coat and casually throwing it on the sofa.

"Are you planning to settle down here?"

"If that helps you agree to take my case, I'm willing."

Nora Hart has been a bit off since she was studying.

Compared to normal people, she lacks shame; whatever she wants, she must get it, and whether she cherishes it after getting it has nothing to do with you.

According to Sean Shaw, this is karma; she too has her days of needing others.

Sean Shaw was still nagging about her today, saying Nora Hart seems crazy, but she's a bit capable.

Last night she was chased by an illegitimate son, and today her father was secretly moved.

Those who have done paternity tests are truly blessed by their ancestors, those who haven't, won't even dream of this chance.

How to inherit the fortune if you can't prove the paternity?

Nora Hart is still that Nora Hart, playing the crazy outside, but with clear calculations inside.

Nora Hart fiddled with Andrew Locke's pen, watching as he rolled up his sleeves revealing his muscular arms.

"I regret it."

Andrew Locke casually responded, "Regret what?"

"Regret getting drunk the night before last, didn't appreciate your body properly, do I still have a chance?"

Andrew Locke: ... "Nora Hart, with all the advancements in modern cosmetic technology, have you never thought of shaving your thick-skinned face a bit thinner?"

Nora Hart snorted, the phone rang, whoever was on the other end said something, but Andrew Locke only heard Nora Hart say, "I'm very busy, don't have time for this, I'll give you the lawyer's number, note it down... 159 9666 07..."

Andrew Locke watched Nora Hart monopolize his office chair, holding his business card, giving out the phone number, and couldn't help but laugh, "When did I become your lawyer?"

Nora Hart leaned her chin on her hand, looking coyly at him without responding.

Watching Andrew Locke pull out his phone to take a call, "I am not her lawyer."

"Come on! You will be, the top lady of Capital Port has latched onto you, can you even escape? It's just a matter of time, give up the struggle!" The person obviously knew Andrew Locke and had heard of Nora Hart's reputation.

The top lady of Capital Port, have the men she fancied ever escaped?

"The guy behind this is Grace Hart, I've sent the person to the police station, come quick."

"Let's go!" Nora Hart waited for Andrew Locke to hang up the call, smoothing her skirt as she stood up, a smirk indicating she knew he was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Beneath the white chiffon skirt, were her bare thighs; Andrew Locke slightly closed his eyes, his mind filled with the lavish scene of Nora Hart wrapping her waist around him the previous night, along with the sound of her panting breaths. "Nora Hart, tell me... if I break your legs, will you stop bothering me?"