Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 67:

Sean then closed the car door for Norah. He looked at the scene before him. Everything seemed to be in disarray.

He assumed the person in the white car, breathing heavily, was likely Kaiden.

“Mr. Scott, the bodyguards will be here soon,” Phillip said, approaching Sean.

“You stay here and handle things while | take Miss Wilson back,” Sean replied, his eyes gleaming maliciously. He

finished, “You know what to do.”

“Yes, | do,” Phillip replied.

Sean then got into the car and drove out of the abandoned factory.

Phillip sighed as he watched Sean anxiously drive away. This marked the first tSean had treated a woman

this gently, aside from Susanna.

Soon, the Scott family’s bodyguards arrived at the factory. Five men in plain clothes got out and began taking

care of the situation.

Norah, who was seated in the back seat with Sean's support, glanced at Sean’s computer displaying Glophia’s

traffic surveillance. Norah was a bit surprised. Was it really that easy to access the city’s traffic surveillance? Had

he done this to locate her? At this thought, Norah's heart skipped a beat.

Right then, Sean glanced at Norah through the rearview mirror. Her head hung low, and her hands were clasped

together. She looked quite uneasy.

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“The incident was unexpected. It’s enough that you're unharmed. You don’t have to worry about anything; I'll

take care of you,” Sean said, reassuring her.

Norah looked up, teary-eyed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I'm here for you,” Sean added, cutting her off. His tone then grew curious, and

he asked, “You work in a hospital, Miss Wilson. You must have seen a dead body before, haven't you?”

“I have seen quite a few,” Norah replied, nodding. She couldn't, however, talk about her involvement with the

organization or anything related to guns, as it wasn’t suitable small talk.

If she had personally taken a life, Sean understood that dealing with it for the first tseriously taxed a

person’s mental health. If one didn’t handle it properly, they would live with regret for the rest of their life. This

caused him to worry about Norah's psychological state.

“They were killers and terrible people. They deserved to die,” Sean said, his eyes gleaming murderously. He

would have killed them if Norah hadn't.

Norah could sense the murderous intent behind his words. She couldn’t understand why someone as highly

regarded as Sean would cto the abandoned factory in the middle of the night with Phillip. Was it just to find

her?

Norah doubted it. She was nothing other than a doctor providing medical care for the Scott family. She didn’t

deserve that kind of treatment from Sean.

Also, Susanna had asked him earlier today. He had made it clear that he merely appreciated her.

One didn’t treat someone they merely appreciated like this.

Yet, Norah couldn't deny that the mere sight of Sean gave her butterflies in her stomach. She had been trying to

keep those feelings at bay, feeling she shouldn't have felt that way.

“Did you chere just to find me, Mr. Scott?” Norah asked, her fists clenched as she waited in anticipation for

his answer.

The black sedan sped along the highway.

“Of course,” Sean replied swiftly.

“Why?” Norah was puzzled. How had he known where to find her? Why had he cto the abandoned factory

for her himself? Sean could have easily sent his subordinates to check on the situation. There was no need for

him to be there personally.

“There's no need forto comfort you, Miss Wilson,” Sean replied, slightly turning to face her. “Do you think

you're afraid I'll die, and there would be no one to help Rodrigo and Susanna?”

Norah tilted her head, trying to think of a logical answer, but couldn't. Her interactions with Sean had been

minimal, and she couldn't cup with anything else.

“You're right,” Sean said, chuckling. “Without you, | wouldn't know how to help my grandpa and Susanna.”

“You must be joking, Mr. Scott,” Norah said, shaking her head. “Other skilled doctors could treat your grandpa

and Susanna. Your reason seems illogical.”

Norah felt that Sean had done more for her than she deserved.

“I owe you one, Mr. Scott,” Norah said gratefully.

Sean's timely arrival had saved her life and Kaiden’s.

Sean didn’t know Norah was capable of taking care of the thugs, while she hadn't anticipated his arrival. “Go on,

you'll have the opportunity to repay it,” Sean said, a faint smile on his face.

Norah frowned at this. She hated owing people favors, as it seemed to complicate things. However, she refrained

from saying anything like that, as Sean had just saved her. She replied, “Alright, when the tcomes.”

Norah leaned back in her seat and casually asked, “Do you have friends at the transportation bureau, Mr. Scott? |

couldn't help but notice that your computer showed the entire Glophia traffic surveillance.”

Sean turned and saw that the computer in the backseat was turned on. “Yes,” he simply replied.

Norah didn’t doubt that he had connections in the transportation bureau. Given his status in Glophia and the way

people treated him with utmost respect, accessing the traffic surveillance would not be difficult for him.

Meanwhile, Kason drove his military-green jeep with two policemen in it, speeding toward where the white car

had last been seen. They spotted a building as they left the highway.

One policeman pointed ahead and said, “That factory has been deserted for ten years. It used to be a tire

processing plant. It’s the only building in this vicinity.”

Kason felt a burden lift off his chest. Calmly, he remarked, “There are three people there, and all are armed. Be

alert!” He then pressed down on the accelerator, and the jeep raced through the night.

The factory was quite large. Kason circled it in the jeep until he saw a light, which he drove toward.

“Someone is over there,” one of the policemen said, pointing at the light.

Kason turned off the engine of the Jeep, pulled out his dagger, and got out of the vehicle. “Let's go check it out,”

he said, as they disembarked a little further from the illuminated area.

The tcautiously approached. Kason leaned against a wall before peeking toward the source of the light.

It was quite lively there, with six men busily moving around. In the midst of them, one man stood calmly,

observing everything. Kason’s heart skipped a beat. “Is that... Mr. Scott's men?” he whispered.