Chapter 138 Disarm Jack Holt's Arm

In the alley, Jack Holt was cuddling a woman who looked a lot like Nora Hart, murmuring sweet nothings when at the height of passion, he inadvertently blurted out Nora's name.

The woman, hearing Jack mention the name Nora Hart, pushed him away: "Who's Nora Hart? Your ex-girlfriend? Your ex-wife? Or your eternal unrequited love?"

"Does it matter?" Jack panted, his eyes reddened, looking at her.

"Doesn't it?" the woman retorted.

"You've been pestering me at the bar lately, showering me with designer bags and luxury goods, and you've been so generous with your money, I can't help but doubt your intentions. Are you just interested in my status as an escort?"

"Or is it because I look a lot like your unrequited love? Ex-girlfriend? Fiancée?"

Jack laughed, probably because of spending too much time with Nora and seeing much of that prideful arrogance that comes with being well-off. He somewhat despised these escorts who took your money and still questioned your motives.