Andrew Locke is no saint.
The rumors about him in Capital Port are as vast as the waters of Harbor Sea.
Nora Hart suddenly realized she had provoked someone beyond her league.
She looked at the man closing in on her, her face pale, stepping back repeatedly.
"I want to tell Miss Hart that I've been on your side from the beginning, but it seems Miss Hart isn't quite taking the hint."
Nora Hart annoys herself today and annoys others tomorrow—such a character is really not to Andrew Locke's taste.
The nature of being fickle and insatiable, he will have to twist someone around someday.
Nora Hart got it—Andrew Locke was simply disappointed she wasn't doing enough.
She smirked, "What do you mean by that, Lawyer Locke?"
"People are handed to you on a platter, and you still won't take the hint? Could it be that Lawyer Locke wants not just the body but also the heart?"
Speaking, Nora Hart approached Andrew Locke: "You couldn't have fallen for me, right?"