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    Jack, seething with frustration, pointed at his subordinate. “I just ordered them to capture that beautyst 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’smand, the subordinate was well acquainted with Brock’s circumstances.


    “Mr. Armstrong, the beauty was apanied by several individualsst 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.


    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 I expected to wee her 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 neer 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 ce 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, ovee with a mix of excitement and curiosity, rushed to the doorway. There, he was greeted by the sight of striking Norah in a ck 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 I invited? I thought it only polite to ept such a gracious offer, though I didn’t expect such a reception.”


    Caught off guard, Jack attempted to cling to a semnce of civility despite the confusion. “Please, doe in.” He signaled for someone to investigate thepse 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 narrowed his eyes but chose not to intervene.


    Hand in hand with Sean, Norah entered what was reputed to be the Zone boss’s “meeting room,” her demeanor as rxed as if she were on a casual walk.


    “So, this is the headquarters of the East Zone leader? It looks awful,” shemented, 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 dismissivements 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. I want you to meet your end, alongside your lover.”


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