FakeNovelChapter 203:
Back then, Norah and Alice had considered joining the Sacredice after hearing about it. The leader of the
organization they were in was harsh and only cared about results, often leaving them with little reward.
The Sacredice, on the other hand, seemed like a breath of fresh air. It was a larger organization with a well-
established structure and clear paths for advancement, not to mention the attractive rewards.
In those old days, Alice often said, “With my competitors, | could easily beca Deacon at the Sacredice!”
Norah would support Alice enthusiastically. “Let's do it! Let's join the Sacredice and becDeacons!”
Looking back, those conversations felt like a lifetago. The leader of the Sacredice remained a mystery. Only
shearsay about the four Deacons circulated, but never anything about the leader—no one even knew the
leader's gender.
“Alice, don’t you think freedom is worth more? Why bother with the Sacredice?” Norah, having tasted freedom,
didn’t want to be tied down by any rules anymore. “The Sacredice folks might have been among those | met
yesterday.”
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At the Sacredice, the motto was simply doing things for money.
“Those people? Are they your friends now? By the way, the one in second place yesterday was pretty skilled.”
Alice’s excitement grew when she mentioned the racer. “I heard he handed you the prize.”
“Yes, he’s my boyfriend. We made it official this morning.”
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Norah stated bluntly, “When he has stime, I'll make sure you two meet.”
Alice’s eyes went wide, filled with surprise. “Wow, just last night | was thinking of taking you out to FlClub
for sfun, and now you're tellingyou have a boyfriend? Norah, how did things move so fast for you? Have
you thought this through?”
“We've discussed everything. I'm fine, really. Ill look after myself.”
“Norah, I'm only concerned because | don’t want you to end up hurt.” Alice's wish was for Norah to avoid the
kind of pain she had faced in her youth, hoping instead for her lifelong happiness.
“I'll be careful.”
After taking care of Alice for lunch and seeing her rest, Norah left the hospital.
“Oh my! Jimena, what happened to your hand?”
Zone, hto the busiest financial center and the most chaotic lower districts.
In a rundown warehouse, a group of men pushed the door open and entered.
The room was large, with an old leather sofa at its center.
Jimena Martinez, Alice's previous caregiver by profession, sat there. Her right hand was bandaged and held close
to her chest, her hair a mess, and her face puffy and red from crying.
“I've heard nursing pays well, and you just landed a new job. How did you end up hurting your hand? Did you
mess with someone’s marriage, and the wife cafter you?” The men who cin erupted into crude
laughter.
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With a look of hatred, Jimena said, “Jack, | need you to teach her a lesson.”
Jack Armstrong, known as the boss of the East zone, commanded respect from all the local troublemakers.
Having known Jimena since they were kids and once being intimately involved, he was uniquely positioned to
help her.
This history allowed Jimena to seek him out directly.
“Really? She's the one who did this to your hand?” Jack’s interest was piqued as he sat next to Jimena, urging
her to go on.
After hearing her out, Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully and asked, “You mentioned she’s incredibly beautiful?”
“Beyond beautiful! I've never seen anyone like her before. She must be a tourist from Otland, Jack. You're the
only one | can turn to for help.”
“Alright, I'm on it. When | deal with her, I'll make sure you're there to see it. We'll get your revenge!”
Jack then pulled Jimena close, gently kissing the corner of her eye, and declared, “Anyone who messes with my
people is asking for trouble.”
A sinister look crossed Jimena's face, her eyes gleaming with vengeance.
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