Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 537

Chapter 537:

Returning to her room, Kathy retrieved a small shell, no larger than a thumb, and placed it gently in Madeline's

hand. “It costa considerable amount of money. Feel free to use it if you find yourself in need.”

Kathy offered it without mentioning any exchange. Dependent on Madeline's assistance for her current living

situation, Kathy was willing to invest a bit of money to ensure her own comfort and peace of mind.

Madeline examined the shell in her hand, noting that it appeared to be an ordinary shell, collected from the

seaside. She opened the lid carefully and found less than five grams of white powder inside.

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“Madeline, whoever you decide to use this on, be careful. It shouldn't be used all at once, as it could cause

significant harm to the body,” Kathy cautioned.

“Understood,” Madeline replied, her voice steady, but her eyes betraying the malice brewing within.

Now, she had to contemplate who would serve as her scapegoat. The consequences of her actions would ruin

that person’s reputation, just as her own had been tarnished. It felt surreal to Madeline that she had found

herself in such a situation.

Meanwhile, at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, just as Spencer had predicted, during their break, the police

approached Norah and inquired about the events at the Glamour Club that night.

Standing in a secluded corner of the corridor with her hands tucked into her pockets, Norah's gaze remained

indifferent as it landed on Kason, who stood behind a police officer. He still wore a black T-shirt, tight against his

muscular frame, with the injured area wrapped in white bandages. A policeman stood at attention behind his

wheelchair.

“What would you like to inquire about? Go ahead,” Norah responded, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as the

corners of her mouth subtly pursed.

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“At that time, you four women were in the private room.”

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The policeman asked the squestion again. Luckily, Norah had a good memory and calmly repeated her

previous statement.

“Does the deceased individual in the private room have any connection to you?”

The policeman suddenly posed a pointed question. Maintaining the scomposed expression, Norah calmly

replied, “No. They were murdered by their buddies.”

Her voice quivered slightly as she recounted, “We were hiding inside. When they entered, you had just arrived.”

Bowing her head, she confessed, “That's the extent of my knowledge regarding that evening. Is there anything

else you need? I'm willing to cooperate.”

Recalling from previous investigations that Norah, being a doctor, wouldn't typically exhibit much fear towards

the deceased, the police believed she was acting normally. He closed his notebook and said, “Alright, thank you

for your cooperation, Miss Wilson.”