Chapter 10 Are Nora Hart and Lawyer Locke in a relationship?

Nora Hart's variety show, for its first filming location, was actually set in Sean Shaw's clubhouse.

Sean Shaw is notorious for his libertine lifestyle in Capital Port. Nora's opinion of him is that he looks like a playboy but surely doesn't play like a decent one.

He has tainted all sorts of high-class venues.

Not just tainted, but stolen business as well.

This man's business acumen is all spent exploiting human weakness, creating whatever men and women fancied.

Illegal?

Non-existent, since Andrew Locke is here, compliance with laws is of utmost importance.

Nora stood with her arms crossed, looking at Sean Shaw standing opposite her, her face full of gloom.

Sean Shaw, wearing a cotton Chinese-style shirt and toying with his Buddha Beads in hand, saw Nora's gloomy face and was in a great mood: "Seeing me makes you feel pretty bad, huh!"

Nora took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

She's a fairy; she can't look at dirty things.

"The news has been ablaze these past few days, saying Miss Hart was chased and nearly killed two days in a row. I thought you'd go into hiding for a few days! But it turns out you're quite resilient."

Nora let out a sarcastic laugh: "The more miserable I am, the happier Mr. Shaw is, right?"

"Of course," Sean Shaw flipped his Buddha Beads rapidly.

It was evident from his demeanor that he was in an excellent mood. Who is Nora? For the past twenty years, she's been nothing but haughty, having had the upper hand over him.

He would surely be thrilled to see a phoenix fall from grace.

"Oh," Nora responded lazily: "Anyway, if I'm unhappy, I'll make sure Andrew Locke is unhappy too."

Sean Shaw: ...."You look quite attractive; it's a shame you don't know how to behave."

"If Mr. Shaw's mouth is no longer needed, might as well donate it!" Nora brushed him off and headed towards the rest room arranged by the clubhouse.

Sean Shaw followed Nora closely: "I'm quite curious, when you and Andrew Locke applaud each other, are you serving him, or is he serving you?"

"What exactly happened that night? You both drank too much?"

Bang—Nora slammed the door angrily, shutting out the noises at the doorway.

"Tsk—Annihilator Sister."

...

The variety show was broadcast live.

The crew provided a box for everyone to draw lots; whatever task one drew was the task to play.

It was similar to a skills competition, but while other competitions would announce the types of tasks beforehand, the show crew wouldn't.

For this show, it was Nora and her co-stars' first episode. They did a lot of promotion before the live broadcast kicked off, and as soon as it started, it attracted a hundred thousand viewers instantly.

Nora didn't expect Brooke North to be there too; as soon as their eyes met, sparks and lightning flew.

Nora sighed in her heart, her luck was not on her side, wondering when she should go to the temple to pray.

When you're down on your luck, even drinking water would get stuck in your teeth. Sean Shaw's building had every conceivable entertainment activity, like a giant indoor amusement park—billiards, shooting ranges, horseback riding, tabletop games, and so on.

But fate would have it that Nora drew Sanda.

Lose and you're off the show.

No need to wait for tomorrow, news like "The pure and innocent girl becomes the first one to be eliminated" would circulate that very night.

Nora: ....She can't afford to lose this face!

"Lucky you, Nora!" Brooke North sneered gleefully from the side.

Another unlucky boy, a fragile-looking budding idol, drew the same short straw.

"Nora's competition floor is on the sixth floor....."

On the sixth floor, in the boxing ring, Nora, dressed in white sportswear, stood on the edge and slowly put on her gloves, her whole body exuding a laid-back confidence.

"It's okay if you can't keep up, just don't let them hit your face, you're precious..." Sheila Wendy, clinging to the ropes underneath the ring, earnestly advised Nora.

"Losing isn't shameful. Can you just tone down your arrogant missy attitude for once? How many female celebrities know Sanda?"

"If he touches you, just fall to the ground; I'll go and rip the directors a new one."

Sheila Wendy was furious! What sort of twisted task was this? Sanda? Making a female celebrity who can't even fight her way out of a paper bag do Sanda? This is sheer insanity.

"What are the rules?" Nora asked the man opposite her.

"Beat me and you win."

"Oh, then please don't go easy on me."

"Pfft..." The opponent was disdainful.

Having said that, Nora rushed towards the man at high speed, catching him off guard. He tried to dodge in the opposite direction as he saw Nora targeting his left side.

But Nora had already anticipated his move, lifting a leg and kicking a 185cm tall man off the platform with a single leg.

"Holy shit, holy shit, the innocent flower? More like the dominant queen!"

The live stream chat exploded with comments about Nora's swift and decisive roundhouse kick.

Nora, known for her delicate and soft image, was now nearly on par with a Tyrannosaurus rex, still an innocent flower?

Standing on the platform, looking down at the bewildered man on the ground, Nora slowly took off her gloves, her demeanor noble and poised like a white peony: "In my life, the type of man I loathe the most is the one who looks down on women."

"Wait until the day when men have wombs and can bear children, then you can disdain women without being too early for it."

"Fan for life, she's so forthright!"

"Her real dad is one of the top fifty wealthiest people, who else but her could say such things?"

"Her current boyfriend is one of the top legal eagles in the country, who can speak out if not her?"

"Awesome, awesome, I support women's rights fully."

The live streaming chat went wild.

Even the on-site crew of the show was stunned.

Back in the rest room, Sheila Wendy blocked the camera and looked at Nora: "When did you learn to fight?"

"I've always known," Nora replied casually while holding a bottle of mineral water.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Did you ask?" Nora countered.

Sheila Wendy choked for a moment and huffed, "I'm gonna get you trending."

She already had the catchy phrase in mind, 'the innocent flower vs the domineering flower,' a contrast cute enough to stun everyone.

...

"You called me here over a life or death matter, and it's for this?"

Upstairs in the VIP room, Sean Shaw sat watching the arena below. Initially, he wanted to show Andrew Locke how Nora would lose face.

Unexpectedly, she took down her opponent with a single hand...

Sean Shaw turned stiffly, his gaze landing on him: "You think she'll explode your head if she gets too annoying for you one day?"

Andrew Locke: .....

Sean Shaw: "Maybe succumb to it? Your dad is too old to have another child anyway."

Andrew Locke glanced at him, lighting a cigarette nonchalantly: "She can't beat me, but you should watch out in the future."

Sean Shaw: ...Appearances are deceiving, a girl under a hundred pounds is unexpectedly fierce.

The show concluded, and Nora went to the parking lot via the elevator.

She hadn't even managed to exit the lift when the flashes from reporters' cameras started going crazy.

"Are you and Lawyer Locke in a relationship, Nora Hart?"

"Yes?" Nora admitted openly.

"We just interviewed Lawyer Locke, and he seemed quite reluctant, and..."

The crowd parted, and from afar, Nora could see Andrew Locke opening the car door, ready to get in...

Damn! Why is fate so devoid of grace?