No Mercy No Forgiveness (Maureen) novel Chapter 51

Country Club.

An upscale private custom restaurant.

Maureen was about to enter when a beautifully dressed socialite stormed out, radiating anger.

“What kind of person is that? No manners at all, acting like he owns the place?”

“And cycling through matchmaking candidates every ten minutes!”

Maureen was puzzled. After the woman left, she handed her business card to the host.

The host took the card, eyeing Maureen.

“Miss White, your appointment is at 9 AM. It’s 8:47 now. You’ll enter after Patricia Wright finishes her matchmaking session.”

Only then did Maureen realize this matchmaking event allowed men to screen multiple candidates.

The White Family was quite influential in Karaville.

Who would’ve thought Katherine’s suitor would make her wait in line…

Maureen knew many powerful figures in Karaville were actually from discreet Capital City families who’d relocated quietly. Such behavior wasn’t surprising.

This worked for her–she could finish quickly and leave.

Barely ten minutes later, another socialite emerged rejected, furious and heartbroken.

The host addressed Maureen politely but with a hint of amusement: “Miss White, you’re next.”

Maureen noted his shifting expressions but remained unfazed.

Today the entire Country Club had been booked.

The blind date was with just one man, but when Maureen walked in, she heard the sharp, mocking laughter of a group of playboys.

“That Ms. Li earlier, fat as a sow, actually dared to come for a matchmaking?”

“Hahaha! Total dinosaur. When she walked, the whole house shook.”

“And that last Ms. Xu with fiery red lips–looked like some vengeful spirit…”

“Who’s next now?”

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“Supposedly the White heiress. Heard she got gilded overseas…”

“Overseas? Bet she’s wild and slutty then.”

“Let’s make her dance for us later. If she’s good, she’s a contender. Hahaha…”

The vulgar remarks made Maureen frown deeply.

She finally understood why all those well–bred society ladies left seething after these meetings.

This man wasn’t seeking marriage–he was letting his friends hunt for amusement.

Maureen felt grateful Katherine hadn’t come. With her temperament, she’d have been miserable for weeks.

Led inside by the attendant, Maureen found the understatedly elegant venue now reeked of filth.

The men held pretty escorts in their laps, deliberately provoking the ladies.

When Maureen appeared, snickers erupted.

“Oho, one wearing a mask.”

“Must be hiding an ugly mug under there, huh?”

Their jeering voices clawed at her ears.

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Maureen remained unfazed, her gaze settling on Shawn at the head of the table as he casually sipped his drink and played cards.

So this was who had the clout to summon all of Karaville’s heiresses for his personal selection.

Turns out it was Karaville’s crown prince!

If Geoffrey was Karaville’s tyrant,

Shawn was its crown prince!

One controlled the economic lifeline, while the other held sway over people’s very existence.

Crucially, the two were thick as thieves…

Shawn didn’t glance her way, oblivious that tonight’s guest wasn’t Katherine but Maureen.

Others, noticing Maureen’s silence, sneered: “What, is the White heiress mute?”

Maureen figured her appearance here would satisfy Scott, sparing Katherine any trouble. She turned to leave.

A drunken man lurched into her path.

“Miss White, aren’t you here to meet Mr. Shawn?

Can’t even show your face before running off?”

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“Take off that mask!”

He made a grab for it.

The crowd egged him on: “Let’s see if she’s really mute!”

The man didn’t stop at removing the mask–his arms locked around Maureen as he tried to cop a feel.

Outside the Country Club, a low–profile SUV idled.

Justin frowned at the voice in his earpiece and told Jacob, “Wait here.”

Jacob nodded. “Okay.”

Inside the Country Club.

A man yanked off Maureen’s face mask and froze when he saw her exquisite features.

Then, emboldened, he reached to tear her clothes.

But the next instant, he was kicked several feet away.

“Cough… who kicked me?”

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