She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 720: That's My Sister

He held her student ID with two slender and beautiful fingers, inspecting it carefully. Embossed on it were several golden characters:

[Onistead Art College.

Freshman, Class One of Art, Nora.]

His well-defined large hand toyed with her student ID for a while, and in the next moment, it was tucked into his own overcoat pocket. At the same time, he coldly flicked her chin, leaving two distinct fingerprints on her delicately carved chin. It blushed a deep crimson.

His gaze involuntarily shifted down to the fair, parted thighs of the woman sitting beside him.

With a light chuckle, he bent his tall figure towards the girl's ear and suddenly had an idea, his voice hoarse as he whispered in her ear:

"If you dare to bully Cheyenne again in the future, I won't spare you. By then, I'll get you raped first and then killed. Understand?"

The man's low, magnetic trailing tone was drawn out for a long time. The content of his words instantly made Nora's face flush. His laughter was like that of a genuine demon.

After his harsh words, the man got up, and with big strides, left the place, with the bald man hurrying to catch up.

"Boss, about the deal..." he hurriedly asked.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

As he spoke, that black figure disappeared into the dark night, gradually fading into the distance.

It wasn't until the two had left for a long time that Nora sat back on the ground with weak legs.

She thought with lingering fear:

This is probably what it's like to brush shoulders with the grim reaper.

It had been almost a month since the last incident.

But Nora would always dream of the man, his deep and magnetic voice ringing in her ears.

Cold fingers slid on her thighs in her dreams.

She woke up drenched in cold sweat.

Her face was deathly pale.

The alarm clock on the table showed that it was already eight-thirty.

Oh no!

She was going to be late.

Nora didn't have time to think about Omari's warning to her and hastily put on her school uniform, grabbing her bag, ready to leave.

At the entrance, Malaya was knitting a sweater, looking somewhat curious about her actions.

"It's the weekend today. Where are you going?"

Weekend!

Nora was stunned, then suddenly remembered.

Right, today was the weekend, she didn't have class.

"What's been going on with you lately? Reckless, although there's a lot of study pressure, you need to learn to relax," her mother said as she got up and walked over. Looking at the proud daughter in front of her, she had a kind face.

Her two children, her son Sean was kind of lazy, while Nora, on the contrary, worked too hard, which made her feel sorry for her.

"Mom, I know," Nora nodded obediently, put down her bag and sat back on the sofa.

"Well, your father is about to go on a business trip to Fustroydor. Didn't you want that swan dress? I'll ask him to bring it back for you."

"Let's talk about it later."

As she spoke, Nora's phone in her pocket rang.

It was her good friend and classmate calling, and the voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy.

"Nora, we're at Club Century now. Do you want to come? Today is Master Stephen's birthday."

Hearing her mention Stephen, Nora got excited.

After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Okay, give me the address."

"Mommy, I'm going out for a bit."

Upon hearing this, Malaya finally raised her head from a pile of tangled yarn, raising her eyebrows with freshly creased wrinkles.

"Where are you going? There's no school today."

Nora covered her lips and smiled, her eyes shining with determination. "Mom, you should know the Davidson family, right? I'm going to attend the birthday party of Miss Davidson's cousin." The Davidson family! Does this mean she's getting involved with the presidential palace?

Malaya couldn't stop laughing, even

the knitting needle almost pricked

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her hand, and she sent Nora off with joy before reminding her, "Nora, hurry up and go. Do you need to change your clothes? How about the new dress I bought for you?"

"Mom, I can take care of it myself. Don't worry," Nora reassured her mother.

After bidding farewell to her mother, Nora appeared at the entrance of Onistead's famous bar in a white dress. As she entered the bar, the vibrant and chaotic colors made her feel restless along with the booming DJ music.

In this jungle of desire and temptation, Nora's appearance in a white dress quickly drew attention from many.

On the other side of the bar, two punks with brightly colored long hair were smoking and turned to look. "Hey, look at the girl in the white dress at the door. She has a great figure, looks like a real beauty..." A young man with yellow-dyed hair whispered to the "big brother" in his mouth.

On the sofa, a young man in his early

twenties,

with a handsome and

refined face, dressed in a white shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, leaving lipstick marks, giving him a hint of unruly charm. His arms were wrapped around a young woman in a bright red suspender skirt, revealing her long and fair legs, standing on equally red stilettos, exuding a seductive aura.

She coquettishly laughed, "Sean, he wouldn't fall for that young girl. I assure she must be a novice in bed"

At her words, Sean grinned, lifted the glass in front of him for a sip, and his gaze turned towards the white figure, causing him to spray out the drink involuntarily.

Nora.

What's she doing in a bar?

"What the hell are you saying? She's my sister!" His words left the girl in red and the guy behind him stunned.

The situation was getting awkward.

In the luxuriously decorated private room, a handsome young man in a birthday hat and a clean-cut, black designer suit, where a glimpse of a white shirt could be seen, noticed Nora's arrival, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

"Nora, you're here."

As classmates, everyone knew that Stephen had set his sights on Nora, but the latter claimed to prioritize her studies.

With a family that ran a company, she's pretty and gentle, which attracted countless boys at school.

Stephen had also been drawn to her, thinking she was different from the so-called socialites.

Little did he know, he had long been ensnared in Nora's plans.