The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 227

"You're out of your mind!"

The woman took two quick steps backward, putting distance between herself and Nora. "Do you have any idea who I am? You dare threaten me? One word from me, and I will run you out of Luminport City!"

Hearing such a spectacularly cliché villain line forced a tired sigh from Nora. "Miss, you've been watching entirely too many soap operas. We live in a civilized society with actual laws. If your grip on reality is this fragile, I highly suggest you book a neurological exam instead of standing in a hallway screaming empty threats."

"How dare you!" the woman shrieked. "I am Rosalind Lowe! I have never been so insulted in my entire life! You just wait. If I don't make you pay for this, my name isn't Rosalind!"

At the name 'Rosalind Lowe', a flicker of recognition crossed Nora's face. Lowe?

That explained exactly why this woman was targeting her. The background dossier she had read on Nolan Devereaux had briefly mentioned the Devereaux family's interest in arranging a marriage with the Lowe family. This had to be Nolan's rumored fiancée.

While Nora generally tuned out high-society gossip, the Lowe family was impossible to ignore. They had built a massive fortune in the shipbuilding industry, operating primarily out of Port Sterling. In elite circles, they were universally referred to as the 'Ship King' Lowe family. Word on the street was that the Lowe family patriarch was in declining health, prompting the family to relocate back to their ancestral roots in Luminport City for a more suitable climate. Even though their corporate empire wasn't based here, their sheer wealth and legacy commanded immense respect among the local elite.

Rosalind hadn't bumped into her by accident. She had seen Nolan hovering around Nora all evening and let her toxic jealousy take the wheel. Realizing she was caught in the middle of a one-sided high-society turf war, Nora felt a profound wave of exhaustion. She had literally done nothing to deserve this.

"Rosalind..."

"What on earth is all this screaming about?"

Yvonne Devereaux, draped in her four-million-dollar purple gown, glided down the hallway toward them.

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