"It's you."
Marshall Ferreira's expression turned cold.
Nora Scott.
Although they had only met briefly outside the clubhouse, Marshall had heard plenty of rumors about Nora. Plus, due to her unique profession, searching online revealed countless pictures of her, making her easy to recognize at a glance.
"Quite the moves you've got there." Nora crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the wall, her eyes slightly lifting with a lazy and relaxed demeanor, yet her words were sharp, "Are guys this bitchy too?"
"..."
Marshall froze.
???
Bitchy?
This word, weighing on him, had such a strong impact that it shocked him to his core, nearly making him explode and start tearing into Nora on the spot.
Always able to control his emotions, at this moment, Marshall felt his composure crumble.
"What do you mean by that?"
His facade of hypocrisy ripped away, Marshall was cloaked with ice shard-like sternness, sparks flickering in the depths of his eyes.
