Chapter 112: Has anyone ever told you that you can't just touch a man's thigh?

Matthew Holt looked at Andrew Locke, his face slightly pale.

He could offend Nora Hart, but he couldn't afford to offend Andrew Locke—who in Capital Port didn't know the name of Lord Locke?

On the surface, Gazeford Platform seemed to be managed by Sean Shaw, but in reality, the behind-the-scenes controlling shareholder was Andrew Locke.

Moreover, this lord's methods were inscrutable and unpredictable.

You never know, you might say goodbye to the world in your sleep.

Enraged, Matthew Holt's face turned ashen.

His gaze shifted repeatedly between Andrew Locke and Nora Hart.

Seeing this, Nora Hart jeered, "Humph... I may have lost my dad, but I still have Lawyer Locke. Not like Miss Holt, unreliable daddy, idiotic big brother."

Andrew Locke was surprised to hear this.

A peculiar emotion arose in his heart, but he quickly reminded himself that Nora Hart was just this kind of person, who ran her mouth off at will; perhaps she was just using him to irritate Matthew Holt.