She began to hate Norris, unable to tolerate the fact that her studious high school years were surpassed by Norris, a poor student who suddenly became a dark horse!
She even believed that it was because of Norris that she had lost the opportunity to go to H University!
Half a year ago, she heard the news of the Moore family’s bankruptcy.
Instantly, she felt vengeance was at hand.
Half a month ago, while accompanying a friend passing by the “Dark Night” club, she saw Norris in her work uniform.
She had planned this high school reunion for half a month, just to make Norris embarrass herself and vent her frustration for failing three years ago.
But reality was far from her imagination.
Norris didn’t find it shameful at all!
Norris was drinking red wine, laughing lightly without a care in the world.
There was no sign of embarrassment or venting frustration at all!
After a brief moment of silence, the atmosphere became lively again.
Norris was drinking red wine, pondering when to leave.
Lynn Blythe went to the bathroom, and her “dear” came over and whispered to her, “Miss Moore, have you been kept?”
Norris had one hand propping up her face, looking somewhat languid.
Hearing his words, she turned her head to look at him.
She didn’t know how charming she looked when she tilted her head like that.
The rich kid felt his bones turning soft just by looking at her.
“Yes.” Norris chuckled.
“I wonder how much he gave you?”
Norris laughed, calculating the medical expenses for Elias and her father, she estimated, “About 320,000 a month, I guess.”
The rich kid’s eyes lit up, leaning in and said, “How about I give you money, and you follow me?”
Upon hearing this, Norris’ smile became even more charming, her posture entirely tempting: “How much money can you give me?”
*
In the VIP room of “Dark Night”.
Trenton Smith leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, his expression somewhat disinterested.
He played with the red wine glass in his hand, the wine sparkling under the light, reflecting on his pale fingertips.
Philip Shaw invited him to a party, as he had recently acquired a batch of good wine and wanted them all to come and taste it.
Philip Shaw was a wine enthusiast, but Trenton wasn’t very interested.
He just didn’t want to snub his friend.
McKinney White sat next to him and saw his disinterested look.
He chuckled, “If you’re so bored, why not bring Zara out to accompany you?”
Trenton, propping his face, smiled indifferently, “She doesn’t like this kind of place.”
“Then invite Norris over.”
As soon as McKinney White’s words fell, three daggers of glares simultaneously slashed at him in the room.
Trenton glared at him, Amelia Miller stared at him, even Norton Foster had a bad expression.
McKinney White looked innocent: “Norton, why are you also treating me like this?”
Norton Foster hugged Amelia, his face as always soft and gloomy, his tone cold, “I don’t like that name.”
Philip Shaw sat on the sofa, commenting in his light voice, “Lawyer White, you really know how to push people’s buttons.”
The name “Norris” was taboo in this room.
Trenton lowered his head and took out his phone.
There was a text message sent by the steward at the villa.
[Miss Moore is attending a reunion at “Dark Night” tonight]
Trenton stood up from the sofa.
Philip Shaw glanced at him, “Where are you going?”
“Aren’t you guys saying you want to see Norris?” He smiled casually, “I’ll bring her over now.”
Sitting next to Norton Foster, Amelia’s face immediately turned ugly.