FakeNovelChapter 216:
The car raced away and vanished in a flash at the entrance of the hospital. Jack’s crew emerged from the
shadowy recesses of the street.
“Where are the others?” one of the men asked. “Weren't they supposed to be watching this place? Why is no one
here?”
“| tried calling them, but no one picked up,” cthe response.
“You're all a sorry lot,” a man sneered. “If Jack were to caftertonight, none of you would be spared.
Reach out to them and ask them to meet me. Get in the car and pursue that vehicle. There are only two
occupants in that car. | refuse to believe that | can’t find an opportunity to confront them.”
In the quiet of Sean’s car, Norah's heart seemed to thump louder and louder.
“How was your afternoon at work?” Norah finally asked, breaking the silence. They were an item, starting from
that morning.
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“Not bad,” Sean replied, in high spirits as he navigated the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other
clasping hers as the car halted at a red light.
Norah attempted to pull away but eventually relented, allowing him to hold her hand.
“What about you? Is it boring staying in the hospital?”
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“No, I've had a very full life.” A sudden chill crept into Norah's voice, prompting Sean to steal a glance at her.
Sean had dispatched agents from the Sacredice to tail Norah and ensure her safety. Thinking of her routine at
the hospital, he assumed it should have been uneventful that afternoon.
In the heart of the abandoned building, the two men from the Sacredice efficiently tidied up the scene.
“No wonder the Sacredice has a specialized unit for this,” gasped a figure in a black robe. “Handling so many
bodies at once is truly... impressive.”
“We must locate Miss Wilson. The updated location is out. Let's move.”
The duo reached the deserted main road, their eyes widened in surprise.
“Where is the motorcycle?”
“I don’t know.”
Standing on the deserted road, the two men exchanged a confused look.
“What's that at your feet?” Sean's voice broke the silence in the sealed car, where the scent of blood grew
increasingly pungent. Opening the window, Sean let the crisp breeze sweep in, dissipating the odor.
Norah cast a nonchalant glance at the object. “Let's discuss it after dinner,” she shrugged, fearing the truth
might spoil his appetite.
In Norah's eyes, Sean was a prominent figure in Glaphia, a man of nobility. Despite his interests in racing, sports,
and shooting, she doubted he could stomach such a gruessight. It wouldn't do to dampen his spirits before
dinner. She resolved to reveal the truth after they had eaten.
Clasping her hands tightly, Norah prayed that Sean wouldn't disappoint her. Would the esteemed head of
Glaphia’s most influential family accept a woman capable of such cruelty? Norah awaited his response,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwondering whether revealing her flaws early on would hasten a revelation.
“If I revealed my imperfect self to Sean from the start, perhaps | would learn his true feelings sooner,” Norah
mused internally.
The restaurant, chosen by Sean, exuded an air of refined luxury that brought back memories of their previous
privileged accommodations.
“Is it also because of your privilege that we can have dinner here today?” Norah asked playfully as they waited
for their meal.
“Yes,” Sean confirmed, meticulously arranging the cutlery in front of Norah. “In Otland, privilege is paramount. It
significantly eases the path, regardless of the endeavor.”
Norah nodded. “Yeah.” She was aware of the importance of status in Otland and Cesland. In these societies,
privileges were coveted by ordinary individuals. They represented status that many strived for throughout their
lives.
“When I'm free, I'll take you around Otland,” Sean said.
The dishes arrived, each served with precision. Amidst the elegant dinner setting, bathed in soft light, a
handsman and a beautiful woman sat in perfect harmony. It was a picture-perfect moment.
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