NovelStartChapter 797 It's Her! Youth Pub with a unique decoration, Arkpool City.
The pub wasn't in an excellent location, but it was fully packed. Most of them were patrons.
Instead of deafening music, several classic old songs were looped.
Under the dimmed yellowish light, the place reminded the patrons of the good old day.
The owner, Nora, was in her fifties but looked in her thirties. She dressed up fashionably and wore heavy makeup.
She was Leslie's mistress. In addition, she had income from the pub. Therefore, she led s worry-free life, and countless men hit on her every day.
She always sat in the bar when she was free, enjoying flirting with them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter sending away several male patrons, she saw a man entering. He wore a cap and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his jeans. While walking, he glanced around the pub.
With a single glimpse, Nora could tell the man had never been there before, as she had no impression of his look. Also, he behaved so.
Nora was alert, checking on him from time to time.
Seeing her, the man walked towards her.
Sitting at the bar counter, he casually put his phone down and asked, "Do you serve cocktails?" "Of course," Nina answered with a smile. "Mister, are you here for a drink?" An evil smile played on the man's lips. "Nope. For the beauty. A glass of Bermuda Rose, please.” He watched her blend the cocktail without blinking.
Nina's face was the same as the woman in the photo.
He took the Bermuda Rose from her hand and found she didn't have the right little finger.
The man looked around the pub and praised, "Your pub is unique. | didn't expect to find such a quiet pub downtown. | love this place." Nora beamed at him without replying.
"Are you the owner?" The man knew it already, but he only wanted to make her talk to him.
Nora was still alert. "Whether | am the owner or not, what's the difference? You are sitting there, drinking the cocktail | blended.
What else do you wish for?" The man chuckled, "That's right." Then he stopped asking or speaking.
After finishing the Bermuda Rose, he paid the bill and left.
Nora sensed something fishy, though.
Shortly after, Catherine received a call while sitting in the vice president's office of R-Alan Group.
The man on the other end of the line reported, "Ms. Collins, she doesn't have the right little finger. I've sent our audio record to your inbox. See if she's the one you're looking for." Catherine hurriedly ended the call, fear appearing in her eyes. That woman didn't have the right little finger and was named Nora Slane as well. How could it be simply a coincidence? Holding her breath, Catherine opened her inbox and only heard a buzz.
Shortly after, she heard a woman's voice that she would never forget all her life.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mister, are you here for a drink?" "Whether | am the owner or not, what's the difference? You are sitting there, drinking the cocktail | blended. What else do you wish for?" She didn't speak much, but Catherine shivered.
"It's her! It's absolutely her!" her inner voice exclaimed.
Pinching her phone tightly, Catherine felt a lump in her throat. Subconsciously, she recalled that midnight.
Nora brought two men back home and negotiated the price with them. Then the two men pounced at Catherine, who was still a teenage girl.
"No! Let go of me! Please... No!" "Mom! Help me, Mom! Please... Please stop them. | can work to earn money for you. Please stop them..." "Let go of me! Let go... Ouch!" In despair, Catherine was harassed by the men again.
After the men enjoyed themselves and left her, Catherine saw her mother counting the cash at the desk with a greedy smile.
Trying to repress the pain in her body, Catherine struggled to stand up and walked to her mother.
She wanted to question why her mother had done so. However, it was useless.
Suddenly, she noticed a fruit knife in the corner. Overwhelmed by hatred, Catherine picked it up and stabbed her mother.
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