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    The car raced away and vanished in a sh 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 ce? Why is no one here?”


    “I tried calling them, but no one picked up,” came the response.


    “You’re all a sorry lot,” a man sneered. “If Jack were toe after me tonight, 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 upants in that car. I refuse to believe that I 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.


    “Not bad,” Sean replied, in high spirits as he navigated the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other sping 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 nce 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 ck 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 nonchnt nce 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 phia, a man of nobility. Despite his interests in racing, sports, and shooting, she doubted he could stomach such a gruesome sight. It wouldn’t do to dampen his spirits before dinner. She resolved to reveal the truth after they had eaten.


    sping her hands tightly, Norah prayed that Sean wouldn’t disappoint her. Would the esteemed head of phia’s most influential family ept a woman capable of such cruelty? Norah awaited his response, wondering whether revealing her ws early on would hasten a revtion.


    “If I revealed my imperfect self to Sean from the start, perhaps I 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 amodations.


    “Is it also because of your privilege that we can have dinner here today?” Norah asked yfully as they waited for their meal.


    “Yes,” Sean confirmed, meticulously arranging the cutlery in front of Norah. “In Ond, privilege is paramount. It significantly eases the path, regardless of the endeavor.”


    Norah nodded. “Yeah.” She was aware of the importance of status in Ond and Cend. 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 Ond,” Sean said.


    The dishes arrived, each served with precision. Amidst the elegant dinner setting, bathed in soft light, a handsome man and a beautiful woman sat in perfect harmony. It was a picture-perfect moment.


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