Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 99

Sloane's smile froze, and she nervously shrank back. "Tiff, we were just joking around..."

Tiffany stood up, looking down at her with pure disdain. "Joking? Who gave you the right to joke about my cousin? Do you think this is a high school cafeteria?"

The room went dead silent. The girls exchanged panicked looks, none of them daring to breathe too loudly.

Everyone here was a wealthy socialite from San Francisco's elite circles. They usually spent all their time laughing and gossiping together, and no one had ever lost their temper like this.

But Tiffany's sudden outburst had them all terrified.

Not because she had a bad temper.

But because her last name was Lancaster.

In San Francisco, the name 'Lancaster' held more weight than any meaningless socialite title.

"Whatever, you guys have fun." Tiffany grabbed her designer bag and stormed out without looking back.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, the whispers immediately started up again.

"What's wrong with Tiff? Why did she blow up like that?"

"Who knows, maybe she's just having a bad day."

"Forget it, let's just drop it. If this gets back to the Lancasters, we're screwed."

Tiffany stormed out of the club, practically vibrating with rage.

Who was her cousin?

He had taken over half of the Lancaster empire at eighteen, and within five years, he had expanded their territory tenfold.

In San Francisco, anyone who heard Hudson's name trembled with a mix of fear and respect.

How could he possibly marry a woman with such a trashed reputation?

Tiffany gritted her teeth and pulled out her phone.

She wasn't the most well-connected person in San Francisco, but if she wanted to dig up dirt on someone, she had her ways.

"Hey, find me Serena Sinclair's contact info."

The person on the other end went silent for a few seconds. "Why are you looking for Serena? She's absolute poison right now. She pissed off your cousin, and her family shipped her out of the country overnight. No one even knows where she is."

Tiffany kept her tone casual. "I just need to ask her something."

Bane was incredibly vicious and didn't let strangers near him, so Arthur always prepared his food in advance so no one else had to deal with him.

The staff only had to feed the other dogs.

And none of the other dogs would ever dare steal from Bane's bowl—unless they had a death wish.

Arthur listened closely. Bane was barking the loudest, the sound furious and frantic, as if he were trying to tear his own throat out.

Arthur's stomach dropped, and he unconsciously pressed down harder on the gas pedal.

Soon, the car rounded the final bend, and a very familiar black sedan came into view, parked right outside the gates of Cloudwater Estate.

Arthur's expression darkened. He instinctively glanced into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Hudson's pitch-black, furious gaze.

Nora had also noticed the car at the gate, rubbing her eyes as she woke up. "Do we have guests?"

Hudson didn't answer. He just gave a slight smile, though his eyes were completely dead.

The car pulled into the courtyard, and the barking grew deafening.

Bane was pacing aggressively behind his iron enclosure, his front paws slammed against the fence, baring his teeth and letting out deep, guttural growls toward the main house.