A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239 

Despite sensing something was amiss, Postre ́s hab 

cance prevented him from hacking dawn. 

He smirked “Ms. Yock, why the soun face? Did I say something wrong?” 

As he spoke, he reached out to me with his wandering hands. However, without warning, I splashed my drink all over Porter 

He shrieked, soaked in wane. “I just bought their clothes today! They coa thonukbh 

He glared at me, fuming “Alana York, don’t you die zei esclý!“ 

Before he could finish, a long leg swing out, knocking him to the lost. Porter bonded in pain as the food pressed down on his bark Furryone in the room instinctively stagger 

In the dim light, I saw Norman casually sitting on the glass table, one foot in Porter’s back, pulling on a cigarette. The dim light illuminated his sharp features, ghing is an almoet otherworldly look 

Norman shot a look down at Poster, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and chuckled “Well, this is interesting Never thought someone would be so bold in my plans 

Porter finally tralized his mistake. He had borgotten who I was and what had brought me here today – my connection to the Wood family. His mind was still studeos i sycophant trying toimpress Elijah. 

“Sorry, Mr. Wood I was wrong I’m sorry, I just wanted to taur Ms. York, tast her. Parter shouted. 

Norman raised an eyebrow. “Hm? A toast?” He pressed down harder on Porter’s back, and Porter cried out in pain. 

Then, he grabbed a bottle of wine, uncorked it, and poured it over Porter’s face, 

ngh Mr. Wood, I was wrong–please” Porter was drenched in wine. “Ah. I’m sorry. Mr. Wood, please space me…” he pleaded.. 

Norman grinned, and his handsome lace gave off a devilish vibe. 

“How much did you say your clothes cost?” he asked casually 

Forter looked flustered and replied, “A few thousand.” 

Norman chudded. “A few thousand” I thought it was worth tens of thousandy. They’re just rags then ” 

He smirked, then added, “Bring me some red wine. 

A moment later, an uncorked bottle of red wine was brought over 

Norman waved the bottlevad red wine in his hand “A 1982 Lafitte Estate. Probably worth a few thousand Just right for pouring on rags like that.” 

With that, he poured the entire bottle over Porter Drenched and humiliated, Porter lay on the floor, too stunned to cry out or beg for mercy. 

After pouring the red wine, Norman grabbed a towel from the table and elegantly wiped his hands. He coldy rossed the towel costo Porter’s face. 

“Get lost!” he said, standing up, his expression icy 

Portes ran off in disgrace, leaving spilled wine and chaos behind. The people around us seemed unlized, continuing to flatter Norman. 

However, I felt overwhelmed by the noise and stood up to leave. Norman’s gaze darkened, and he followed me 

I stepped out of the private room and made my way to the bar area. It was much quieter here I tumed to Norman and jutowed my eyeblool. 

Why are you following me?” Tasked