Chapter 33 Andrew Locke, with his hands on Nora Hart's waist, sat at the bar behind her.

"Who?"

"Andrew Locke!" At the door of the private room on the eighteenth floor, Sean Shaw waved the police away, crossed his arms, and leaned casually against the door, looking at Nora Hart.

"Such a bootlicker, bootlicking till the end and left with nothing, Miss Hart."

Sean Shaw's schadenfreude attitude fanned the flames of anger in Nora Hart's mind.

Accusing her of soliciting prostitutes?

Such a vile thing, business may fail but decency should persist. If she was taken away by the police, tomorrow's headlines would certainly be very exciting.

Nora Hart stormed off, picking up her bag to leave, and Sean Shaw smartly stepped aside to make way for her.

"Princess is angry now."

"You've got too much time on your hands," Mia Chase glared at Sean Shaw who was enjoying the spectacle.

Sean Shaw just shrugged nonchalantly: "Going to see the show?"