Chapter 41: You're Talking About the Flesh, I'm Talking About the Soul

Sean Shaw wiped his face and handed his phone to Andrew Locke: "See, I told you, Nora Hart is just playing with you."

"People like her, with their male model restaurant and board games. You, don't take it too seriously..."

"Hey, why are you snatching my phone?"

Sean's sneering voice hadn't finished when the phone was snatched away.

Andrew opened Mia Chase's video and scrutinized it, vaguely spotting Nora Hart cornering another man against a wall...

Not bad, not bad. Just yesterday she was seducing him half-naked, and today she's cornering another guy.

"No way! Mr. Locke, that look on your face, don't tell me you've fallen for Nora Hart?" Mr. Mason looked at Andrew's tightening grip on the phone, somewhat incredulous.

He looked as scary as a husband whose wife has cheated on him.

Mr. Mason's puzzled gaze turned to Sean Shaw, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

Andrew's thoughts ran deep, beyond their guessing. It was hard to say whether he actually liked Nora Hart or not.