Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 345

Nora's expression completely froze.

A cold sweat broke across her skin, dampening the sheer fabric of her dress.

A suffocating wave of panic crashed into her chest, so overwhelming that it felt like the air was being sucked from her lungs.

The harder she tried to suppress it, the more violently her body reacted.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, and her breathing hitched into shallow, frantic gasps.

Watching Nora spiral, Lawrence's smile widened.

He picked up his wine glass, taking a slow sip as he subtly flicked his gaze toward Silas Lancaster at the next table.

Silas kept his eyes downcast, his fingers tapping quickly across his phone screen.

He hit send.

A faint smirk touched his lips as he looked toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

The moment Arnold Vance walked through those doors, the real show would begin.

Even Hudson couldn't silence a room full of people once the ugly truth spilled.

But as the minutes ticked by, Silas's smug grin began to ache. The grand doors remained completely shut.

His smile faltered. He looked over at Lawrence in confusion, only to meet his uncle's icy, expectant glare.

Swallowing hard, Silas quickly stood up and practically jogged out of the hall to see what was holding things up.

Had that old bastard Arnold completely lost his mind?

He took their money and now he was dragging his feet!

But the moment Silas pushed through the doors into the corridor, he froze in his tracks.

Arnold was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, a gag stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were wide with terror as muffled whimpers tore from his throat.

Standing over him was a man in his late fifties, dressed in a sharp black suit. Not a hair was out of place, and his face was entirely expressionless.

"Clement... Mr. Burke?"

Silas's pupils dilated in pure shock.

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