Andrew Locke laughed upon hearing Nora Hart's words...
"No mirror? Isn't there always urine? Why not take a piss and reflect on yourself?"
Nora Hart slowly sat up straight, her gaze shifting from Andrew's face to the cat in the crook of his arm.
"How many years has Lawyer Locke's tongue been pickled for? It's so flavorful."
"No matter who takes it, they'd choose Jordan Hart for your family's case."
Nora was confused, "Why? Is it because the money I offered wasn't enough?"
Andrew Locke smiled mysteriously, "Because you're a troublemaker."
"Meow————" Nora kicked Andrew's shin, causing the ragdoll cat to jump off his leg.
Seeing this, Andrew glanced at Matthew Summers sitting in the front passenger seat.
Matthew smartly raised the car's privacy screen, aware that these two were definitely about to get down to business again.
"What are you trying to do?" Nora watched as Andrew turned toward her, looking at him with a guarded expression.