Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 133

"Take her place?"

The second Ferris finished speaking, Edmond let out a cold laugh. "Do you even hear the nonsense coming out of your mouth? Do you honestly believe that yourself?"

How could Nora marry as a substitute?

She didn't even like Hudson Lancaster.

Ferris pursed his lips. "It might just be that the information I can access is limited... We're not in Northampton anymore, after all."

He stood by the coffee table, looking at Edmond's dark, twisted expression, hesitating for a long time before speaking again.

"Edmond, I have a buddy here in San Francisco. He knows the local scene and has deep connections. Should I call him over? He might be able to dig up things we can't find on paper."

Edmond didn't say a word. He simply crushed his dying cigarette into the ashtray. Sparks flared and instantly died.

"Bring him here."

Relieved, Ferris immediately pulled out his phone and made the call.

The line connected after two rings. Ferris kept his voice low, rattled off the hotel name and room number, thanked the person profusely, and hung up.

"He's not far. He'll be here in twenty minutes."

Edmond didn't reply. He leaned back against the sofa, his eyes closed, absently massaging his temples.

The room was dead silent. Only the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant whoosh of traffic broke the quiet.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Ferris hurried over to open it. A man in his early thirties walked in.

He wore a dark blue polo shirt, slacks, and highly polished dress shoes. He looked exactly like the kind of seasoned fixer who moved comfortably through San Francisco's high society.

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