Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 87:

Kathy's contempt was on the verge of boiling over. Joanna was seething with anger, while Norah remained as

cool as a cucumber, which only served to heighten Kathy's anxiety.

“Listen up, last tDerek and | spotted Mr. Scott wining and dining with a lady at the Sky Restaurant. Do you

know her, Miss Wilson? She’s Amabel from the Morris family, a hotshot business consultant working for a big-

shot company abroad. They were giggling and chatting away like old acquaintances.”

Madeline couldn't help but smirk, her eyes brimming with malice as she fixed a painted gaze on Norah, hoping to

witness her breakdown. In Madeline's book, Norah had barely been with Sean a month before he moved on to

another woman. Surely Norah must be going through a rough time, right?

Jumping on the bandwagon, Kathy chimed in, “So, Norah, are you crashing at the Hayes family’s house? Mr.

Hayes doesn’t mind that you just split with my brother and now Mr. Scott’s given you the boot? Oh, the !”

Kathy and Madeline exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes betraying their unabashed delight in Norah's

seemingly misfortune.

The salesperson from BelleVogue had been following Norah and Joanna since they walked in. Attempting to

diffuse the tension, she approached them and said, “Ladies, do you need any help?”

Kathy shot back haughtily, “Who do you think you are? Did we ask for your damn assistance?”

The salesperson visibly paled but persisted, “Ma’am, I'm just a salesperson here at BelleVogue. If you need

anything, just letknow. All of you are valued customers. Let's not argue, please.”

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Madeline tugged at Kathy's arm. “Kathy, she didn’t mean any provocation. Why start a fight?”

The salesperson glanced gratefully at Madeline.

Kathy relented begrudgingly, “Fine. | shouldn't have snapped at her.”

Kathy then gestured arrogantly toward Norah. “But this pauper couldn't afford a single thing in this store! If she

accidentally ruins a dress, she couldn't even afford to compensate for it.”

Norah spoke up slowly, her tone icy. “You calla pauper? Pot, kettle!”

Joanna couldn't help but burst into laughter. “You and Madeline are merely beggars. It's almost comical for you

to hurl insults! What makes you think you have any right to judge Norah?”

Pointing an accusing finger at Norah, Kathy retorted, “What nonsense are you spouting? You're the pauper!”

Norah's expression turned cold as she grabbed Kathy's finger and bent it forcefully, eliciting immediate cries of,

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go of my hand! Madeline, help me! It hurts!”

Kathy struggled to free her finger, but Norah's grip seemed unyielding, firmly holding onto her finger and

preventing any escape. She watched helplessly as Norah pressed down on her hand.

Norah sneered, “I can’t stand people pointing fingers at me! | find it intolerable, so | might as well break it!”

“It’s going to break!”

Madeline, at Kathy's painful cries, pleaded anxiously, “Miss Wilson, please let go. Do you really want Derek to

cover here and see this?”

“Do 1?” Norah responded firmly. “Madeline, get this straight. It's you two who provoked me! Joanna and | were

just happily browsing through clothes when you two started barking at us. What, we're not allowed to fight back?

We have to just take your barking?”

Joanna chuckled, crossing her arms. “I've never seen such unreasonable people before.”

With a swift shake, Norah tossed Kathy aside.

Tears welled up in Kathy's eyes as she cowered behind Madeline, nursing her throbbing finger. With a slightly

quivering voice, she said, “I didn’t say anything wrong. Your source of incis murky. You haven't got a penny

to your name. If that’s not being a pauper, then what is?”

Norah raised an eyebrow, about to respond when a voice interrupted.

“Who said Miss Wilson is broke?” The words echoed through the room as everyone turned toward the source of

the voice.

The salesperson breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone capable had stepped in.

A dapper and suave man sauntered gracefully over to Norah, his voice dripping with charm. “Even if Miss Wilson

decides to use our clothes as drapes, we wouldn't bat an eyelash.”

Kathy and Madeline were taken aback. “And who might you be?”

“Using BelleVogue’'s attire as drapes? Even the wealthiest wouldn't squander money like that,” Madeline scoffed.

Judging by the man’s demeanor, it seemed he couldn't...

care less about BelleVogue’s merchandise. The total value of BelleVogue’s luxury items extended into the

hundreds of thousands, with personalized pieces potentially reaching ten million.

The salesperson spoke up, “This is BelleVogue's designer.”

Aaron stood beside Norah, his voice tinged with anger. “Norah, why didn’t you tellyou were here? | heard

these two morons mocking you the moment | stepped out, and it setoff!”

Joanna chimed in, “I feel the sway, Aaron! Norah isn’t fazed at all, but their nonsense had drivenup the

wall!”

Norah remained composed, showing no sign of anger. Madeline and Kathy exchanged a glance.

“BelleVogue’s designer?” Kathy whispered to Madeline. “I heard that the judge for the Great Cup is one of

BelleVogue’s designers. Could it be him?”

Madeline's eyes sparkled. “It might very well be!”

Then, Madeline smiled warmly at Aaron. “So, you're the designer, Aaron Harvey! Please accept our apologies for

our little misbehavior. Do you happen to know Norah?”

Madeline apologized humbly, while Aaron responded with a hint of arrogance. “She is my distinguished client.

Show srespect in your words, or BelleVogue might choose not to serve you!”

Without missing a beat, Norah let Aaron scold the two.

Aaron stood tall, continuing, “Next tbefore you start barking, make sure you know who you're dealing with.

Don’t pick fights with the big shots and end up with eggs on your stupid faces!”

When Aaron emphasized the word “barking,” Norah's face broke into a slight smile, and Joanna couldn’t hold

back her mocking laughter.

The salesperson, now more at ease, warmed up to Madeline and spoke up. “If you need anything, just let me

know. I'll help you find whatever you need.”

Feeling embarrassed, Madeline struggled to maintain her composure. She shot a spiteful glance at Norah behind

Aaron and pushed Kathy forward.

Quick to catch on, Kathy exclaimed, “Oh my! Norah, you are not picky at all! Now you're chasing after

BelleVogue’s designer!”

Aaron exuded a refined demeanor, and Kathy's comment was clearly intended to disgust Norah.

Unsurprisingly, Norah's expression turned slightly chilly. “Are you out of your mind? Just because a man and a

woman are seen together, you immediately assit’s an improper relationship?”

Joanna widened her eyes, unable to contain her boiling fury. She was about to storm over and give Kathy a piece

of her mind when Norah pulled her back.

“Norah, don’t hold back!” Joanna snapped. “I'm about to blow a fuse even though you're as calm as can be!

Kathy, you're insufferable! I really want to sew you up with a freaking needle!”

Kathy, still wary of Joanna, shrunk behind Madeline.