Chapter 6 Do I Sleep for Free?

How to describe Andrew Locke? Nora Hart circled her brain, the only term that seemed to fit him: scheming and coy.

Nora Hart was rebellious during her school days. While others were studying hard in junior high, she was dead set on dating handsome high school boys, holding the firm belief that if she could hook one, that was a win. One day, she caught a glimpse of Andrew Locke on the sports field.

She wrote him a love letter, and Andrew Locke replied with two words: "Possible."

Nora thought he had agreed, so she coquettishly kept sending him treats, only to find "Not possible" written in her book bag one day. She later discovered it was an issue with the pen ink.

Nora turned away in a huff right there and then. She thought they were secretly sweet on each other, but it turned out Andrew Locke saw her relentless pursuit as being a pathetic sycophant?

This incident, Nora has always wanted to get her revenge, but given Andrew Locke's sharp mind, she repeatedly failed.

"If Lawyer Locke dares to break my legs, I'll definitely cut off your little pecker, no one is letting anyone off the hook."

Nora walked over, her slender fingers rubbing his collar, "Lawyer Locke, staring at my legs, are you reminiscing about that warm night?"

Andrew Locke didn't flinch, removing her hand from his collar: "Miss Hart, do your fans know how shameless you are?"

"Innocent Pure Flower? You think you deserve such a title?" Are the fans selectively blind these days? How could someone who can't do anything right, but is number one at playing pretense like Nora, be worthy of admiration?

"What does Lawyer Locke think I am, then?"

"Little yellow flower?" Nora leaned in closer to ask, "Isn't a country's little yellow flower still a flower?"

"Are dirty books not books? Are posts without substance not writings? Is non-protagonist love not true love?"

Andrew Locke was pissed off.

Impossible to have a conversation.

A legal person, trapped in the rigid framework of law, could never outtalk a cunning flower from the entertainment industry.

Nora was born to be his nemesis.

....

At the police station.

When Nora Hart fluttered into the police station lobby in a white dress, everyone's eyes were glued to her.

Drool was practically hitting the floor.

She was the very image of a fairy.

"Cough————," a cough from the side interrupted the admiring gazes.

Andrew Locke's friend, Joe Faulkner, came over, quietly avoiding everyone's gazes and asked him: "Did you really sleep with her?"

Andrew Locke: .....

"Why keep it to yourself, man? If you'd agreed earlier, you might already have kids by now. You're lucky that Capital Port's number one beauty is interested in you."

"When you guys played together, were you the service provider?"

"You......"

"Where is the person?" Andrew Locke cut him off.

Joe's gossip was stuck in his throat. Looking at Andrew Locke's grim gaze, he stopped in his tracks, "This way, I'll take you there."

Nora heard their whispering. The moment Joe turned away, she hooked her arm through Andrew's: "Lawyer Locke, what are you being so coy about? I'm interested in you, aren't you lucky?"

"Let go," Andrew Locke glanced at Nora's hand clawing at his arm.

Let go? What a pipe dream.

It was clear someone was taking photos, and she would let go?

Then she'd be the gossip headline in no time.

"Broke up right after a room romp." She would become the biggest joke in the entertainment circle.

Inside the small dark room, it was Nora's first time meeting Evelyn Hart.

She didn't know if she was an older or younger sister, but meeting for the first time in such a place was rather awkward.

Nora pulled out a chair across from her and sat down, crossing her legs and looking over. Even in the dim light, the elegant aura she exuded was hard to miss.

"So, you're Nora Hart?"

Nora smiled: "Uncertain, yet you still targeted me?"

"Can't help it, since you're my enemy," Evelyn responded defiantly.

That old man hadn't skimped with the money over the years, but the prestige they deserved was always withheld. Looking at Nora, she had both prestige and money.

And still the entertainment industry's pure little flower?

"Hmph! This is the first time I've heard such a novel term," Nora flicked her nails, raising her eyes to look at her, "Enemy?"

"Your enemies are the other twelve illegitimate children, not me. The law dictates I'm the lawful heir and that cannot be wiped away. What's the point in targeting me?"

Evelyn's face darkened.

Nora pressed on: "Could it be that someone's been stirring you up?"

"Tsk, pity," Nora continued, pulling out a document from her Hermès handbag, spreading it out in front of Evelyn, circling with a pen, "If I were you, I'd take out the outsiders first before dealing with the insiders. As for the outsiders, determine the hierarchy based on age, strength, and abilities, and one by one, deal with them."

"Oh right, don't forget those who haven't had paternity tests yet; with the rest who have, like you, that's only five people."

She withdrew the information of the seven people who hadn't had paternity tests.

Then circled the other five with a red pen.

Behind the mirror, Joe clicked his tongue: "That's Nora for you. She's practically highlighting the text for them to study hard."

"That move is harsh! Giving Evelyn a lesson first, then speak some kind words later, releasing her without pursuing responsibility, and won't Evelyn go after those people then? Using someone else's hand for a dirty job, impressive."

Sure enough, as soon as Joe finished speaking, Nora in the interrogation room started to play the family card.

"Why make it hard for a woman by a woman? My mom got nothing good in her life with that old man, a lifelong widow. When the old man was dying, she still couldn't bear to leave him, wanting to accompany him. Women are often more kindhearted than men."

While saying this, Nora stood up slowly, looking at Evelyn, "You can just leave later!"

"You're not going to hold me responsible?" Evelyn was in disbelief.

"What good does it do me to pursue your responsibility? As long as you're alive, you'll get a piece of the old guy's wealth. If you died, wouldn't that make me a criminal? Sending myself to prison? It's not worth it."

Nora Hart emerged from the interrogation room and confidently slipped her arm through Andrew Locke's.

"Miss Hart, you really don't need a lawyer."

Nora positioned her sunglasses on her face: "Lawyer Locke might not know, but a desperate criminal ignorant of the law is like making love without a condom – there's no sense of security."

Andrew Locke: .....

Outside the police station.

A huge crowd of media was blocked outside.

When Nora Hart appeared at the door, arm-in-arm with Andrew Locke, the media's cameras went wild.

Instinctively, Andrew wanted to pull away from Nora's arm but was tightly pinched by her: "Act like you've got some sense."

"Shouldn't that be my line?" Andrew retorted.

With the media outside, Nora with her sunglasses tilted her head, smiling and looking at him, "Is sleeping with me without consequence?"

"Do I need to remind Miss Hart? You were in command the whole time, I was just the one tilling the fields, didn't get a penny of benefit and was humiliated by you."

"Didn't enjoy it?"