Nora's little speech was confidence incarnate.
Every frown and smile, every move she made, was dripping with "beyond all doubt."
If anyone else had said this, it'd just be borrowing a tiger's might to play the big bad wolf, pure posturing—but coming from her, that natural poise and confidence made it sound like she was narrating some trivial daily errand, leaving you momentarily unable to pinpoint where exactly she was "pretending to be badass."
That aura of hers was completely innate.
"..."
Everyone was stunned into silence.
Not a single tough guy dared stand up to her.
Even the well‑traveled Butler Fong, who hadn't seen such arrogance in decades, was so shocked he froze on the spot.
"..."
"..."
Butler Loxley lowered his eyes, fighting a laugh.
Pedro Langley's mouth twitched speechlessly.
To brag this outrageously and still make people subconsciously want to believe it… Nora Scott really was something else.
When the madam steps in, she's worth two men.
