?Chapter 229:
The ck car came to 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 asional 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 nce 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, simr to her own. Outwardly innocuous yet harboring a hidden malevolence only they couldprehend.
Norah diverted her attention from Kelvin and Phillip, turning to Sean with a sense of resolve. “Sean, are you sure you’re ready to meet me?”
Sean sped her hand with conviction. “Don’t even think about leaving me behind.”
Norah was torn between amusement and emotion. “Then it’s settled. We’ll face this together. Just be aware that I 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 home to beggars with outstretched hands. It was a vivid tableau of decay and despair.
“Miss, could you spare some change? I haven’t had a meal in two days.”
Another beggar chimed in, “Me 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 some bread? 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 epted the money swiftly. “Understood.” Serving as Sean’s personal aide, he was no stranger topliance. Without question, he would fulfill Norah’s requests, even if they puzzled him.
Anticipating Sean’s curiosity, Norah exined her actions. “My concern isn’t ack of resources, but rather their distribution.”
Had I 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 apulsion within Norah to assist, her own hunger and cold sharpening her resolve.
Sean, gently stroking her hair, voiced his approval. “Norah, your approach ismendable.”
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 dered, her gaze dropping momentarily. The quicker this ordeal concluded, the sooner she could dedicate her time to Sean.
In the deste 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 ss across the room, its shards scattering like lost hopes. “Ipetent morons!”
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