Nora Hart stared at the bodyguard in front of her, almost bursting into laughter: "What's 'before what and after what'?"
"First come, first served," the bodyguard's voice faltered with the second sentence. Everyone in the Hart family knows that Nora Hart is the favored one, and Jordan Hart is merely enjoying the leftovers.
Eventually, he might not even get those leftovers; Miss Nora is not someone to be trifled with.
Hearing the bodyguard's voice shrinking, Nora sneered coldly, "Louder, please. Weren't you quite capable when you stopped me?"
"Miss, we are just following orders."
"Following orders? Do you believe I can make you lose that 'following orders' right now?" Nora said, pushing the person away and getting ready to enter the house.
Jordan Hart's bodyguard was about to stop her but was blocked by one of Nora Hart's people.
"Brother Lewis, we're all raised by the old master. You're making this difficult for me."