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The black car cto a halt on the outskirts of Lochdeer’s East Zone. Kelvin emerged from the rear of the
vehicle and made his way to the driver's window. Phillip responded by rolling it down.
“Hello. I'm Kelvin. From this point forward, I'll ensure your safety,” he said. A smile crept across Kelvin’s dark red
lips, giving him an aura of both menace and allure. Standing tall at one meter eighty, Kelvin presented a striking
figure. His silver-white hair and eyes contrasted sharply with his stature, adding an air of mystery. Despite his
gentle demeanor, a certain ruthlessness and an occasional sinister glint in his eyes suggested he was not to be
underestimated. His role as Sean’s sole bodyguard hinted at his considerable abilities.
Norah cast a wary glance at Kelvin. Although their paths had crossed only a few times, her instincts whispered
that he was far from benign. Perhaps he had a history marked by violence, similar to her own. Outwardly
innocuous yet harboring a hidden malevolence only they could comprehend.
Norah diverted her attention from Kelvin and Phillip, turning to Sean with a sense of resolve. “Sean, are you sure
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Sean clasped her hand with conviction. “Don’t even think about leavingbehind.”
Norah was torn between amusement and emotion. “Then it's settled. We'll face this together. Just be aware that |
might not always be able to shield you in battle.”
Sean's expression darkened. “Who's protecting whom?”
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Norah offered him a smile, her silence speaking volumes.
They found themselves in Jack's territory, the most neglected part of the East Zone. Here, the streets were lined
with the destitute, each corner hto beggars with outstretched hands. It was a vivid tableau of decay and
despair.
“Miss, could you spare schange? | haven't had a meal in two days.”
Another beggar chimed in, too! Please, anything helps.”
Norah, with an expression as unyielding as winter, continued forward, paying no heed to their pleas. The trio
trailing her mirrored her indifference.
Once they turned a corner, Norah's voice, lighter than before, broke the silence. “Phillip, could you head to the
supermarket and buy sbread? Leave it at the entrance to this street, and then leave. No need to engage
with anyone.”
As she spoke, Norah retrieved a bundle of bills from her purse and extended it toward Phillip.
Taken aback, Phillip accepted the money swiftly. “Understood.” Serving as Sean’s personal aide, he was no
stranger to compliance. Without question, he would fulfill Norah's requests, even if they puzzled him.
Anticipating Sean’s curiosity, Norah explained her actions. “My concern isn't a lack of resources, but rather their
distribution.”
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Had | directly offered money or sustenance, it would breed contempt among those left empty-handed. In the
East, order is a foreign concept, and one can only imagine the consequences. Yet, witnessing their plight stirred
a compulsion within Norah to assist, her own hunger and cold sharpening her resolve.
Sean, gently stroking her hair, voiced his approval. “Norah, your approach is commendable.”
Phillip proved his worth as an efficient assistant. Shortly thereafter, he rejoined them at the street corner with a
simple, “All set.”
“Let's go find Jack,” Norah declared, her gaze dropping momentarily. The quicker this ordeal concluded, the
sooner she could dedicate her tto Sean.
In the desolate confines of an abandoned factory, a frustrated voice cut through the silence. “Jack, Brock and
five others have vanished. Their motorcycles turned up at the traffic police office, and they've gone silent.” With
a gesture born of anger, Jack hurled a glass across the room, its shards scattering like lost hopes. “Incompetent
morons!”
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