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Jack, seething with frustration, pointed at his subordinate. “I just ordered them to capture that beauty last night,
yet here we are, without her, and they're nowhere to be found. Is it possible they're hiding her somewhere?”
The subordinate, shaking his head, insisted, “That can’t be! Brock and his family are rooted in the East Zone.
They wouldn't dare do that, especially since he couldn't leave them behind!”
Having worked closely with Brock under Jack’s command, the subordinate was well acquainted with Brock’s
circumstances.
“Mr. Armstrong, the beauty was accompanied by several individuals last night, preventing our approach. I'll
make another attempt today and have the beauty delivered to your bed by tonight. Plus, I'll ensure that Brock
and the rest are located. You have my word.”
In response, Jack snatched a hefty book from the desk and hurled it at the subordinate’s head. “You have one
more day. If there’s no sign of them by tonight, you and your crew will face the consequences,” Jack warned
menacingly.
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The subordinate’s expression froze, a shiver running down his spine. Despite the throbbing pain, he didn’t dare
flinch, well aware of Jack’s merciless nature. As he was about to leave, the distinct sound of high heels
approached the factory entrance.
Recognizing that Jimena was the only woman who would venture here, he promptly informed Jack, “Sir, it’s
Jimena. She has arrived.”
Jack, simmering with irritation, scoffed. “Am | expected to welcher personally?”
“There's no need for formalities. We're quite capable of handling this ourselves,” said the unfamiliar voice in the
room, surprising everyone present.
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It dawned on them that the newcomer was not Jimena. The subordinate nearest the door moved to open it, while
Jack’s bodyguards, sensing potential trouble, discreetly readied their weapons. The understanding among them
was clear. The derelict factory was hardly a place for unannounced visits.
Curiosity and concern rose in equal measure as they questioned the absence of the door guards, wondering why
there had been no report of the approaching visitors. This oversight left the East Zone gang members in a state
of shock.
Upon opening the door, the subordinate’s reaction was one of sheer astonishment. “Beauty?”
Jack, overcwith a mix of excitement and curiosity, rushed to the doorway. There, he was greeted by the
sight of striking Norah in a black tracksuit, her aura one of vibrant health. Behind her stood three men, each
radiating a formidable, icy presence.
In his excitement, Jack blurted out, “How did you manage to get here?”
Norah, with a hint of mockery in her tone, replied, “Wasn't | invited? | thought it only polite to accept such a
gracious offer, though | didn’t expect such a reception.”
Caught off guard, Jack attempted to cling to a semblance of civility despite the confusion. “Please, do cin.”
He signaled for someone to investigate the lapse in security, puzzled by the silence from his door guards.
Catching the subtle clue, the subordinate offered a respectful nod before exiting the space.
Kelvin, known by his code, positioned at the rear of the group, noticed Jack’s subordinate’s departure. He
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Hand in hand with Sean, Norah entered what was reputed to be the Zone boss's “meeting room,” her demeanor
as relaxed as if she were on a casual walk.
“So, this is the headquarters of the East Zone leader? It looks awful,” she commented, her critique far from
courteous as she surveyed the surroundings.
“It looks more like a shelter for the destitute,” she quipped, her tone dripping with disdain.
Her dismissive comments immediately soured the mood among Jack’s men. They were baffled by her audacity to
venture into their domain and speak so disparagingly.
“Did you order an attack on Alice at the hospital?” Norah asked.
Jack, unfamiliar with Alice, grasped the gravity of the situation from Norah's mention of the hospital, realizing her
visit carried a significant motive.
“What is it that you want from me?” he asked, his voice tense.
Norah's gaze, intense and unwavering, met Jack’s. “My demand is straightforward. | want you to meet your end,
alongside your lover.”
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