Entangled with Mr. Lawyer After One Night Stand

Continental Hotel suite.

The gasps gradually subsided, and Nora Hart's nails left bloody marks on the man's back...

A sudden knock on the door awakened the drunk.

What happened last night? At her engagement party, her fiancé's ex-girlfriend played a video of them, well, "in action."

She became the laughing stock of the whole city...

Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, she ended up sleeping with a man... a man known as Lord Yama in the legal circles.

The worst part was, back in her younger days, she had naively pursued him, making him her boyfriend for a day before dumping him.

For a long time, Andrew Locke was mockingly nicknamed "Mr. Short" within the Capital Port elite circle.

The ex-ex-boyfriend witnessing her ex-boyfriend cheating on her, then offering her "literal" comfort?

Nora felt that her image as an innocent flower in the entertainment circle was about to be torn apart.

"Awake?" The man leaned beside her, lighting a cigarette and sneering softly, "Miss Hart, you and your fiancé are interesting, doing your own thing?"

Nora cursed a very dirty word in her heart.

Andrew Locke stretched his fingers over the ashtray on the bedside table, "What's it like sleeping with the ex-ex-boyfriend? To disgust the ex-boyfriend?"

"You two are really a pair!"

Nora wrapped herself in the blanket and picked up a bathrobe.

Turning around, she saw the man leaning against the headboard, his upper body bare, the blanket barely covering his lower body, fingers pinching a freshly lit cigarette.

The whole person was lazily alluring..... too beautiful to be of this world.

His deep, dark eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to speak.

Andrew Locke, the crown prince of the Capital Port legal circle, everyone knew, this scoundrel was notoriously difficult.

"Lawyer Locke, how did you end up in my bed?"

"I should ask you that, Miss Hart," the man picked up the room card from beside his phone on the nightstand and waved it in front of Nora.

Nora's face changed unpredictably. What did others say? Meet Andrew Locke in court, don't expect to leave with your underwear.

Nora, oh Nora, of all people, you slept with Andrew Locke?

This would probably be recorded in the annals of history.

"I drank too much last night, I hope Lawyer Locke doesn't mind," Nora said, while nonchalantly walking to the end of the bed to pick up a white shirt and put it on, the bathrobe fell, her fair skin somewhat glaring.

The man narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing.

"Miss Hart, do you get so muddle-headed and climb onto others' beds every time you drink too much? Forcing yourself on other men?"

Nora didn't want to explain, after all, her relationship with Andrew Locke, the ex-ex-boyfriend, wasn't exactly amicable: "Sort of! Sometimes, if it's too much, I can climb twice a day."

Nora picked up the bag on the floor, pulled a stack of cash from it and placed it on the long couch at the end of the bed: "The special service at the Continental Hotel tops out at three thousand a night, here's five thousand, I hope Lawyer Locke forgives me."

Andrew Locke's face turned ashen inch by inch when he saw Nora pull out the cash.

Hire him as a gigolo?

Treat him as a male escort?

"Five thousand a night, Miss Hart, aren't you overestimating yourself?"

Nora seemed to think of something, nodded, and fished out a coin from her bag: "This is Mr. Locke's worth."

"Heh——," the man laughed in anger, not only was she hiring him, but also insulting him.

"At the engagement party, you were cheated on by your fiancé, and the one who cheated on you is an obscure little secretary. The Hart Family and Holt Family are in a mess now, Miss Hart, tell me, if I spread the news that you slept with me, what could you gain?"

Andrew Locke got out of bed, wrapped a bath towel around his lower body, "If I were you, I would absolutely not make such a losing trade."

"You never liked Jack Holt, that kind of brainless second-generation heir, and now you're being undermined by a woman who can't even make it onto the socialite list. If I were you, I would be too ashamed to show my face. How could the Princess Hart be so easily humiliated?"

Nora clicked her tongue, "What's it got to do with Lawyer Locke?"

"No relation, but....." the man wickedly curled his lips, "Who told me I enjoy watching you down and out?"

Nora laughed angrily, "I couldn't tell, Lawyer Locke, you look decent with clothes on, but without, you're just a beast in human clothing."

"I'll wait for you to come beg me," Andrew Locke pinched Nora's chin, speaking coldly.

Nora brushed the offending paw off her chin, "Keep dreaming."

In the Holt Family, Jack Holt knelt on the ground, trembling.

"Dad, I really didn't expect that to happen yesterday, that woman and I were just playing around."

"Play what? What game were you playing? Do you think you're powerful and influential? Even hiring a prostitute sounds so grandiose."

"Dad, I couldn't help it! I've been engaged to Nora Hart for over a year, and she never let me touch her. I'm a man, I have needs too!"

"Bastard," Julian Hart had just reached the Holt Family's door when he overheard.

He walked over and wanted to slap Jack Holt, his hand just raised——bang, fainted.

In the nanny car, the manager stared at Nora Hart, wanting to tear open her brain to see what was inside.

"Of all people, you slept with Andrew Locke, Nora Hart, you don't want to mix in the industry anymore?"

"Do you believe Andrew Locke is ruthless enough to report you for soliciting prostitution?"

Nora thought, could it be?

"Did he not admit he's a male escort?"

"Is your loss in soliciting greater, or is his loss in being a male escort greater? Nora Hart, you're not completely established in the entertainment industry yet!"

"Do you know how many celebrities in the entertainment circle want Andrew Locke as their lawyer?" The manager nearly exploded in anger.

Nora had a headache, clinging to the manager's arm coquettishly: "Anyway, I've already done it, scolding me is useless now! Why not think about how to handle the PR so I don't lose too much?"

The endorsements, movies, and advertisements she'd just taken on were all frantically calling to inquire about the situation. If something happened, the penalty fees would be enough to make her curl up and cry.

The manager glared at her, exasperated at her failure to live up to expectations.

"The Holt Family has sent Jack Holt and that woman abroad."

"When?" Nora was shocked, hadn't she avenged herself yet? Why did they send the person away? What on earth was the Holt Family up to?

"Are you joking?"

"Joke about what? Your dad fainted at their house from anger. If it weren't for your dad's face, what explanation would they give you? Now your dad's life is uncertain, they certainly need to make early arrangements, besides, that woman is pregnant."

Nora:....

Nora originally planned to go for a spa in the afternoon, after all, she hadn't gained any advantages under Andrew Locke last night, leaving her squeezed dry, spirit-wise.

Before taking action, Ms. Young's call came in.

"Your dad is dying, get back here fast."

Nora sat in the nanny car, drinking goji berry tea from her thermos: "Always saying he's dying, is he really going to die!"

"So many questions? Your second brother and those illegitimate sons and daughters are all on their way, if you don't come back, you won't get a cent."

The old man of the Hart Family has always been a romantic sort, the one he loved most this life were girls in their twenties, it never changed until now.

Though of old age, illegitimate children kept showing up at the door, her biological mother, Mr. Hart's second wife, Ms. Grace Young, had long grown accustomed to these matters, couldn't care less about the number of his illegitimate children, but wouldn't let her rightful share be lessened.

Upon returning to the Hart's old house, Grace immediately pulled her into the bedroom: "Ask the lawyer about the property division in a while."

"Haven't we asked? No will."

"This time, your dad really seems to be done, we need to find a good lawyer just in case."

"Who to find?"

"Andrew Locke."

"Pu——," she just slept with him, now to beg him?

"Get a different lawyer."

"He is the unbeatable legend of Capital Port," Grace looked at her, heavy-hearted.

"Mom, I just slept with the guy, it's not appropriate."

"Isn't this just right? It's easier to negotiate business after the fling, or do you want those illegitimate sons and daughters to come and seize your property?"

Nora:....

"Nora, between a billion and a hundred million, which do you choose."

Nora thought, who wouldn't choose correctly with this kind of dumb choice? It must be a billion.

"The situation just happened, the Holt Family sees your dad is faltering, they've moved the whole family overseas to avoid trouble, you're getting nothing, without your dad's support, how do you intend to live? The hard-earned money from the entertainment industry? By then, your luxury cars and mansions, your Hermes bags will all have to be sold off, and do you still want to take a private jet for shopping trips? In a year or two, Jack Holt shows up with the kid and wife flaunting in front of you, can you swallow that?"

She couldn't, she could be poor, but she couldn't tolerate that idiot Jack Holt flaunting in front of her with his wife and kid.

It was humiliating!!!

"I'll go right now."