Chapter 185 Mockery

Josh was taken aback by Norah's sudden disinterest upon his revelation of financial comfort.

He couldn't help but ponder the depth of her wealth. "Could you clarify your question? I'd enjoy continuing our conversation," Josh said, hoping to

engage Norah further.

"Since you've treated me to a drink, I'll explain. By 'rich,' I'm referring to those who find their names on the global billionaires list. Do you belong to that echelon?" Norah raised an eyebrow.

Josh's expression chilled. "If you're not interested, you could just tell me directly. You don't have to say these words."

Josh was skeptical of any billionaire frequenting here, where the elite had access to their exclusive vineyards and extravagant wines, well beyond his means.

"Why the defensiveness?" Norah asked, sipping her wine with a calm that belied her interest.

Josh mistook her composed demeanor for a slight against his financial status, his look hardening. Yet, his desire for her intensified. In his mind, Norah was nothing more than a gold- diggèr. He figured she would drop her facade once he got her alone.

Norah internally lamented the shift in Josh's demeanor, attributing it to her looks making genuine conversation rare. "Thanks for the drink. I'll be leaving now," Norah stated, setting down her half-finished wine

without a glance back and rising to leave.

Josh, intent on detaining her, reached out, only for Norah to evade, seize his wrist, and expertly flip him to the floor.

"Is this how you react to a polite farewell? I refuse to be coerced into staying. Your drink doesn't buy my time with you," Norah declared, standing her ground as Josh, assisted by the bartender, shakily got back on his feet.

Josh's smirk was a declaration of his intentions toward Norah. "You must've heard of me before stepping into Flame Club," he stated confidently.

Their altercation caught the attention of onlookers who recognized Josh and promptly diverted

their gaze. Despite the booming music, murmurs about Josh reached Norah's ears.

"I considered approaching that stunning woman, but upon spotting Josh, I retreated. He always gets whom he desires."

"Poor thing, caught by Mr. Sampson. Without intervention, that lovely lady might not escape his grasp tonight”

"Such beauty is rare, reminiscent of figures from those glamorous videos."

Josh's 'reputation as a boastful regular at Flame Club was well-known. Yet, anyone who had previously crossed paths with Norah and tried to flaunt their power regretted it and avoided her gaze thereafter.

Norah, with a sneer, confronted Josh. "What is it you're after, Mr. Sampson?"

Retreating slightly, she rernarked, "I assumed your wealth was substantial, yet your generosity seems lacking. How much for the drink? I'll settle it myself."

Norah considered it disgraceful for Josh to expect her company overnight for the price of a drink.

"Ten dollars, came the response, not from Josh but the bartender instead. Without hesitation, Norah retrieved two ten-dollar bills from her pocket and tossed them at Josh's feet. "Here's for the drink, and the extra ten is for your tip. You may not have much money, but your audacity is boundless.”