Chapter 2: Men Most Dislike Women Saying They Are Incompetent

Andrew Locke's office, situated in the most famous building in Capital Port, held the prime spot, with a floor-to-ceiling window view overlooking the city's most bustling nightscape.

Rumor had it that when a TV drama wanted to rent his office for filming, Lawyer Locke asked for a hundred million a day, scaring the producers away.

Andrew sat on the sofa with a coffee cup in hand, looking at Nora Hart.

This woman, when dressed, seemed like the innocent newcomer of the entertainment industry; undressed, she was an undeniable seductress.

Her looks could be pure or alluring, and when she debuted, she was once reviewed by the Capital Port playboys.

"I have a case I'd like to entrust to Lawyer Locke."

Andrew stirred his coffee with a spoon, "A wolf in sheep's clothing is worthy of Miss Hart's trust?"

Nora smiled, though inwardly she cursed, "WTF! 'Mr. Locke might not know, but under certain circumstances, 'wolf in sheep's clothing' can be a compliment."

"For example?" Andrew's tone was cool.

"In bed," Nora tried to cover up.

A faint light flickered in Andrew's deep eyes, "Just a reminder, Miss Hart, my consultation fee is ten thousand an hour."

Nora:...... "It's a pity Mr. Locke doesn't rob banks."

"Instead of robbing banks, I'd rather have the likes of you wealthy fools handing money to me."

Nora was so worked up internally, thinking karma arrives far too quickly.

"So, will you take my case, Mr. Locke?"

"I won't," Andrew didn't even think about it.

"Why?"

"The male lead in an adult film probably has better skills than me; perhaps consider that, Miss Hart? If not, a college athlete might be a better choice."

Nora:.....

She shouldn't have tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol; it only intensified them. Why on earth did she choose Andrew Locke among all the men? Did her ancestral grave emit smoke?

Thinking of herself, Nora... the first beauty of Capital Port, the entertainment industry's sweetheart, was she really going to stumble because of this man?

Nora forced a smile, "Mr. Locke, isn't it a little unnecessary to hold a grudge?"

Andrew lazily leaned against the sofa, holding a coffee cup at his fingertips, "It's one thing for Miss Hart to fill the void left by your fiancé using me, but to treat me like a boy toy is another."

"Holding a grudge?"

"Not digging up Miss Hart's ancestral grave is already polite."

Nora rubbed her temple with the hand supporting her head, suppressing her temper with the thought of a hundred billion at stake!

Life without money is worse than a dog's.

"How about, Mr. Locke, you simply go uncover my ancestral grave instead. Holding a grudge is bad for your health; once there's a fire in the heart, balding ensues. For the sake of your hair, let me take you to dig up the ancestral grave!"

Andrew looked at Nora, seemingly startled by her audacity, "Wow, Miss Locke is quite filial."

"As for my ancestors, they've been buried long enough; changing the feng shui might do them good. It's like moving houses; who wouldn't want that?"

Andrew chuckled, Nora was as unreliable as ever: "Wouldn't have guessed that a woman not so pretty has such a kind heart."

Nora's patience hit its limit. All her life, no one had called her unattractive; Andrew Locke was the first bastard to do so.

He should consider himself lucky she was even willing to pander to him, yet this bastard still put on airs?

Nora suddenly sprang up from the sofa, instantly grabbing the coffee on the table and splashing it on him, unable to contain her rage: "You damn Scrooge, incapable of talking normally, yet your mouth is pretty healthy."

Andrew failed to dodge in time, watching as Nora splashed a cup of coffee on him.

The white shirt instantly changed color.

Nora:......

Andrew:......

By the time Nora realized, she turned to escape.

Andrew caught up in a few strides, pressing against the open door with one hand, trapping Nora between his arm and the door, his voice low and restrained, "Splashing me?"

Nora's hand trembled slightly, Andrew's notorious reputation was well-known in Capital Port; rumors might be exaggerated, but it was said this man would go to any lengths to achieve his goals. He was a legal legend with a touch of darkness, having destroyed countless people for his ends.

The out-of-law Andrew Locke.

He never dirtied his hands but had a hundred ways to make life unbearable for you.

"I... Parkinson's."

"Is that so? When splashing, you have Parkinson's, yet when touching me, it's nowhere to be found?"

Andrew held her waist, pulling her against him, the posture ambiguous, "Need a reminder of last night's events, Miss Hart?"

"That won't be necessary."

Nora felt she could not endure such humiliation; flattering a bastard like Andrew Locke was worse than eating crap.

No one had ever kneeled to fawn over others; when had she ever done so?

If he wouldn't take the case, so be it; couldn't she find a good lawyer in Capital Port?

If not there, then globally, for sure.

"Mr. Locke, if not, then not, we're all in the same circle, no hard feelings even if the deal's off the table. Name your price as my apology for today's rashness."

Andrew's eyes deepened, indeed very much like Nora's style of throwing money at problems.

The reputation of being Capital Port's top woman didn't come cheap.

"Miss Hart, have you thought it through?"

"With money, can't I hire good lawyers?"

"Really?" Andrew wore an inscrutable look.

"Of course, I wouldn't hire you even if I were to eat crap."

Andrew curled his lips into a wicked smile that spread to his eyes; he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the coffee stain off his neck with a casual poise that made one's teeth itch.

"Want me to ask you to leave?"

Nora pouted; not having to spend money was even better.

Just as she opened the door to leave, Andrew's assistant, about to knock, saw Nora and jumped: "Mr. Locke, there's someone named Jordan Hart looking for you at the door."

Jordan Hart?

That scheming older brother of hers?

Damn!

If Andrew took on Jordan's representation, and pursued the inheritance lawsuit, wouldn't she be bound to lose?

Would she and her mother have to beg with bowls in hand afterward?

And Jack Holt, that moron, walking by with his wife and kids, could toss a couple of coins her way.

Andrew stood before the office wardrobe, taking off his shirt to change into a fresh one.

"Don't see him. Tell him to get lost." Nora ferociously blocked the assistant at the door.

The assistant paused, looking to Andrew about to ask something, catching sight of him fastening his shirt buttons while turning around.

Assistant:......WTF? Broad daylight debauchery?

"What?" Nora asked fiercely.

"Mr. Locke hasn't spoken…." The assistant awkwardly responded.

"Doesn't the boss lady's word count?"

Assistant:.....WTF!!!!!!

After Nora spoke, she slammed the door shut.

Turning around, she found Andrew standing with his back against the wardrobe, fastening his cuffs, staring at her with a mocking smile: "Not leaving?"