?Chapter 252:


    Norah brushed the medicinal powder from her lips and stared down at the petite figure sprawled on the ground. “Is this the Breaker’s doing? Why didn’t Remy show up?”


    She felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her, a sure sign the drug was kicking in. Biting down on her tongue, she sought to sharpen her foggy mind.


    “Remy’s just a muscle-head with no brains, totally useless. I, on the other hand, will finish what I started.”


    The woman pushed herself up and wobbled to her feet. For the first time, Norah truly saw her opponent. She had a petite frame, sharp features, and short, neatly trimmed hair.


    When she was thrown to the ground, she didn’t utter a cry of pain.


    The woman rubbed her arms and admitted, “Sure, you’re tough. But even the strongest can fall to the right tactics.”


    With a snap of her fingers, she began moving closer to Norah. “You’re probably feeling it now—the dizziness, your limbs getting heavy…”


    Norah’s head reeled, each syble from the petite woman feeling like a spell causing her world to spin more violently. She fumbled for her medicine, but her strength failed.


    And she hit the ground hard.


    As darkness edged in, Norah caught a glimpse of the ck car speeding off. It wasn’t a scam; she had been wrong.


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    Her consciousness plunged into darkness.


    The petite woman, surprisingly strong, hoisted Norah up with ease and yelled, “Guys, retreat!”


    At hermand, the Breaker’s crew, locked in battle with Sacredice’s men, stopped and disappeared into the night.


    Sean, alongside Phillip and KJ, pulled up at the hotel entrance soon after. He eyed the Sacredice members forced to their knees.


    “Where is Norah?”


    He scrunched his brows, lips tight, looking seriously worried.


    Norah had promised she’d be at the hotel entrance, but now her four bodyguards were kneeling on the ground.


    Trembling, one of the bodyguards recounted the incident.


    Sean balled his hands into fists, his tone sharp. “You just let them take her?”


    The bodyguards looked down, speechless. They had been overpowered by the Breaker’s men; there had been no other option.


    Phillip moved closer. “Mr. Scott, we need to focus on saving Miss Wilson right now.”


    They were still in the dark about why the Breaker’s group had targeted Norah.


    Sean’s worry for Norah grew, yet he knew he needed to remain calm. He told himself to stay cool.


    Phillip was making sense.


    “Seal off the Breaker’s hideout with all of Sacredice. We’ll take them down with everything we’ve got if they don’t give in,” he ordered.


    Sean radiated an intense, chilling aura, his eyes shing with fierce determination.


    K shouted, “Yes!”


    Startled by the call, he leaped from the couch. “What? Miss Wilson got snatched by the Breaker’s crew? Are they out of their minds? Taking on Mr. Scott is signing their defeat.”


    With confidence, K announced, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the finances. Just name the military gear and manpower you need, and I’ll get it sorted out right away.”


    He nudged the blue-haired man lounging at the sofa’s far end. “T, what are your thoughts?”


    T responded, “I’m setting up surveince near the Breaker’s territory. As soon as I get a visual, I’ll ring Mr. Scott.”


    After hanging up, K looked around. “Ready there. Should we head to the Breaker’s ce now?”


    Sean nced down at a food container on the ground near the hotel entrance, its contents leaking oil, the scent lingering.


    He began walking toward it.


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