My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 24: Caught in the Act

For all these years, Jasmine Lowell had been unable to forget a certain young master of the Norwood Family, separated from her only by a screen.

She had seen all kinds of men, but only that Young Master Norwood, with a voice so refined it touched her soul, gave her the urge to marry him. But at the time, she was worried something had happened to Kian Sterling, so she rushed out of the concert box with Celia Sterling. By the time she had handled the Sterling Family’s affairs and turned back to look for him, he was long gone.

She used her high-society status and tried many different ways, but she was never able to learn his identity from the concert organizers.

Unwilling to give up, Jasmine Lowell went to great lengths, secretly meeting every unmarried man in the Norwood Family over the past three years. But not one of them had the voice from her dreams.

It’s human nature. The unattainable eventually becomes an obsession.

Celia Sterling didn’t understand, but she did owe Jasmine for what happened back then, so she nodded. "Alright. I’ll help you ask around."

"I have no idea where he’s hiding..." Jasmine Lowell sighed. "These past few years, I’ve practically turned the Norwood family’s bachelors upside down, not even sparing the ones abroad."

As she spoke, she grew agitated and pushed the playing cards away. "This is so boring. Let’s play something more exciting. Truth or Dare?"

Quinn Sinclair had already gathered the cards. "Bring it on! I’m not scared! Whoever draws the Joker gets dared by the person with the Big Joker. If you can’t handle it, you take three penalty drinks, no excuses."

The other young ladies had already brought out bottles of red wine and were filling the glasses to the brim.

"Celia, you can just drink the fruit wine, but you have to drink double," Jasmine Lowell said, tapping the table. "It’s as strong as beer, so don’t you go saying I’m making things hard for you!"

Celia Sterling hesitated for a moment. "Fine."

「At the main entrance of the club.」

Two club managers led a group of mid-level executives, standing in an orderly line by the entrance, waiting.

It wasn’t a holiday, nor was it a night of wild revelry. The club had very few guests, and all of them had been respectfully asked to leave by the managers.

"Chairman Sterling should be arriving soon. Go prepare some fruit platters and snacks, and brew the best tea," one manager ordered. "Then arrange for a few more people to clear the area. Whether it’s guests or reporters, keep them all outside."

The other manager mused, "Are you sure Chairman Sterling is coming in person?"

"You’re new, so you don’t know how things work in their circle." The first manager lowered his voice and replied grimly, "Everyone in high society knows that Chairman Sterling’s sister is his only lifeline. When it comes to anything involving Miss Sterling, the chairman always shows up."

Just as he finished speaking, an orderly motorcade of black cars appeared on the driveway.

The two managers stopped their conversation, put on subservient expressions, and moved forward in unison to greet them.

The motorcade stopped in the parking lot by the club’s entrance. The car doors opened, and a dozen tall, grim-faced bodyguards got out, stationing themselves at key points on either side.

The door of the Guster, which was in the center of the formation, opened. Theo Chambers got out first, then bent down and respectfully opened the rear passenger door.

The two managers stepped forward eagerly, but before the word "Sterling" could leave their lips, they both froze.

A tall, handsome man emerged gracefully from the car. His stylish, tailored black shirt and trousers outlined a perfect physique—broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had exquisite features and a composed air. His amber eyes were deep and cold, and though his expression was calm, his heavy gaze radiated an indescribable pressure.

The air around them seemed to grow cold and suffocating.

The two managers stood frozen in place. Silas Norwood was usually low-key and mysterious, rarely appearing in public. At their level, they had almost no chance of ever seeing the legendary head of the Norwood Conglomerate.

Theo Chambers took a step forward. "Take us to VIP Room 1."

The manager hesitated. "This is..."

"Silas Norwood." The cool, indifferent voice carried the unchallengeable authority of a man in power. Just those two words made everyone present lose their composure.

"Ch-Chairman Norwood, please..." The two managers were horrified, having no idea how the day’s events had alerted this man. But they didn’t dare ask, simply leading the way with the utmost deference.

VIP Room 1 was on the second floor of the club.

Silas Norwood ascended the stairs at an unhurried pace and stopped at the door of VIP Room 1.

He stood there for a moment.

Then, his long, elegant fingers made a slight gesture. "Open the door."

Steeling themselves, the two managers cautiously pushed open the door to the room.

Silas Norwood took in the scene inside.

It wasn’t particularly messy. Three of the six accommodating male models were cleaning up, while the other three were docilely and fawningly pouring wine into the empty glasses on the table.

In front of Celia Sterling were more than a dozen empty glasses. A male model, his cool and aloof persona belying his submissive posture, was meticulously pouring yellow orange wine into a glass. He then thoughtfully handed it to her with both hands, a subtle, flirtatious glint in his eyes.

The six women were all tipsy and getting rowdy. Celia Sterling had one foot planted on the table and an empty red wine bottle in her hand. She slammed it on the corner of the table. Amid the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass, her voice, tinged with anger, rang out:

"Nina Sterling, if you have a problem with me, say it to my face! Using these dirty tricks is just pathetic!"

Miss Sterling stood up unsteadily, pointing at her. "I just told you to unbutton any man’s shirt in this room with your teeth. How is that a dirty trick? If you can do it, do it! If you can’t, then drink!"

Quinn Sinclair stood protectively in front of Celia Sterling. "She’s a lightweight and she’s already drunk. I’ll drink the rest for her."

Miss Sterling sneered, "If you can’t handle it, then don’t play. I—"

The rest of her words were cut short by the sharp sound of the door handle hitting the bas-relief on the wall.

Everyone reflexively looked toward the door.

At the doorway, a tall, graceful man stood silhouetted against the light, his expression unreadable. His voice was soft.

"Having fun, are we."

His tone was hard to read, his voice not the least bit harsh; it even held a gentle, refined quality.

But the six socialites seemed to be frozen by a spell. The noisy room instantly became frighteningly quiet.

Theo Chambers silently gave the managers a look.

The managers understood at once and immediately called the male models out. "You clueless idiots, what are you still standing around for! Go, go, go! Don’t disturb our distinguished guests." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Soon, the male models from inside and the staff at the entrance had all tactfully made themselves scarce.

Silas Norwood stepped into the room.

That devastatingly handsome "Moonlight" face was like a clap of thunder shattering the dead silence!

Silas Norwood.

It was him—Silas Norwood. The man yearned for day and night, sought after but unattainable, to be admired from afar but never profaned.

One by one, though their heads were far from clear, the Capital Circle socialites’ obsession with their "Moonlight" was etched into their bones. They all stared straight at him, but were so intimidated by his aura that none dared to approach.

Celia Sterling was already unsteady on her feet. After more than a dozen glasses of fruit wine, even with its low alcohol content, she was succumbing to the drunkenness. She slid down onto the sofa, her eyes half-closed, and looked dazedly at Silas Norwood.

’My fiancé.’

’He’s on my side.’

Her brain seamlessly connected back to the argument from moments before. Celia Sterling forced herself to stand, kicked the shattered bottle aside, and declared:

"Who says I can’t handle it? Who says I don’t dare? I’ll do it on Silas Norwood. Would any of you dare?"

With her last ounce of defiance, she stumbled straight into Silas Norwood’s arms.

She tilted her face up, stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her hands around his neck, and leaned in, taking the top button of his black shirt between her lips.