Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Norah’s Pov

“Norah Hawthorne?”

A woman’s voice, clear and full of hate, rang out. I looked up.

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A woman in a sharp suit stood there, holding a wine glass. She looked to be in her early thirties. Short, precise hair. Perfect makeup. She had a bossy vibe. The fancy Patek Philippe watch on her wrist screamed money and status.

“Finally putting a face to the name,” she said, raising her glass like a fake toast. No warmth. “I heard you built Nightingale from nothing in D.C. Impressive.”

She knew about my company. This was no accident.

“I’m Juliette. I run big client operations for Morgan Stanley in Europe,” she said, her eyes challenging me. “I admire women who make their own way. But…” She paused, her eyes dropping to Lucien’s hand on my waist. A mocking smile twisted her lips. “…I can’t stand women who wave the independence flag but actually sleep their way to the top. Don’t you agree, Ms. Hawthorne?”

Her words were poison. Meant to make me look like a gold–digger. People around us started whispering louder. No filter now.

Lucien’s face turned stormy. He moved to step in, but I pressed his hand. A silent signal: Let me handle this.

I picked up a champagne flute and walked over to Juliette. I kept my smile easy. “Ms. Juliette, right? That’s a nice suit. This season’s new collection?”

She lifted her chin, thinking I was sucking up.

“It’s a shame, though,” I went on, my tone light but sharp. “Your tailor isn’t great. Chanel’s classic, but it doesn’t work for everyone. Your shoulders are a bit narrow. They can’t hold b shape. It looks… tight. If I were you, I’d add half a centimeter of padding. Give it the power should have.”

Juliette’s confident look cracked.

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My eyes moved to her wrist. “And the watch. Really expensive, I’m sure. But it seems better for a serious business fight than a chill party like this. It’s basically yelling, ‘I’m a pro! I’m tough!“”

I glanced around at the watching crowd, then back at her. I made each word clear and cold.

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Chapter 156

“Most of all, Ms. Juliette, your idea of an ‘independent woman‘ is way too small.”

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“Who said a woman who makes it has to be alone to prove her worth?” I smiled, but my voice was cold. “Does a woman only count if she’s got no man? I can build my empire andchoose who’s good enough to stand by me.”

“You hide behind this suit and watch, desperate to prove you’re strong. But you use the oldest, most sexist crap to judge another woman.”

I leaned in close, so only she could hear.

“Real strength, Juliette, doesn’t need labels. The more you try to show something off, the more it shows what you’re missing inside.”

“You!” Juliette’s face went white, then gray, then blotchy red. She shook with anger.

Lucien stepped up, pulling me back slightly. “Morgan Stanley, right? I’ve heard of you. You led that big energy merger that made noise lately.

Seems impressive on the surface.”

A flicker of smug pride crossed Juliette’s face. He knew who she was.

“Pity,” Lucien said, his tone flat and cutting. “Your team missed how the new carbon rules would mess up the supply chain in Asia. A small thing that cost you fifteen percent. Juliette, that’s a mistake an intern wouldn’t make.”

Juliette shrank.

Lucien took another step, looking down at her.

His voice dripped with scorn.

“You were so eager to impress the bosses, you went for the flashy move and forgot the basics. Real strength doesn’t need a big gamble to pretty up your resume.”

The glass in Juliette’s hand slipped.

It smashed on the deck. Her lips moved, but nothing came out. Under the mix of pity and stares from the crowd, she turned and ran away. Totally humiliated.

Lucien turned to me.

Fury burned in his eyes–all for me.

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