Chapter 168: An arrow shot straight towards Nora Hart's face

Nora Hart stretched her foot in and as soon as she stepped on, she exhaled comfortably, "Indeed, flat shoes are a blessing for women."

"I'll return a pair to you later, so you won't be weaponless when flirting with girls."

Rylan Selwyn pulled out a faint smile, his eyebrows and eyes curved again, "Okay."

Nora Hart led Rylan Selwyn inside. Not far away, inside a black Maybach, Vincent Lane glanced back at the man in the back seat and the shoes next to the seat, feeling somewhat distressed, "Sir, are we still going?"

Andrew Locke looked at the people entering, his eyes dark and profound, tapping the cigarette ash in the ashtray with the hand holding the cigarette, his thin lips lightly curving, and tossed out a word: "Go."

Inside the funeral home, Nora Hart was speaking softly to the people from the film crew.

Suddenly, Mia Chase came in confusedly, "Andrew's bodyguards are here, they want you to step outside."

Nora Hart whispered back, "What for?"