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    “You’re already within my domain, yet you still dare to disy such arrogance,” the sinister voice of a man echoed into the room through the wall-mounted loudspeaker. “I must say, you impressed me. But could your method of handling Remy possibly be a honey trap?”


    Riss quipped from outside the room. With his legs casually crossed, he lounged on the bench, sporting a malevolent grin on his handsome face.


    “Your beauty is undeniable, but you have a sharp tongue. If you cross me, you’ll face dire consequences.”


    Norah listened intently, swiftly identifying the speaker.


    Riss.


    The leader of the Breaker exuded boldness, confidence, and arrogance, propelling the organization to ever greater heights.


    Riss was a social butterfly. In his quest to establish a vastwork of connections, he befriended business magnates, political luminaries, socialites, and celebrities in Ond, often presenting himself as a celebrity.


    Riss had a fondness for beauty, having encountered a plethora of stunning individuals since establishing Breaker. However, the woman in the room was exceptional. Her beauty was truly breathtaking.


    Her long, fluffy hair cascaded effortlessly, framing her face with red lips and captivating eyes. Her movements, the way she spoke, were alluring, drawing attention effortlessly.


    Nheless, Riss was no fool like Remy. Sasha had assured him that she could easily retrieve Norah after her visit, but as he scrutinized Norah carefully in the room, his demeanor exuded an unsettling malevolence, evoking an inexplicable sense of apprehension in others.


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    Inside the room, Norah exerted all her efforts topose herself. Presently, she felt akin to a fish at the mercy of the butcher’s block. Trapped in unfamiliar territory, she needed to devise an escape n.


    Her weapons—a gun and dagger—had been confiscated. With her hands bound behind the chair, Norah ndestinely wielded a small de concealed beneath her fingernail, gradually sawing away at the rope securing her wrists.


    “Mr. Mayer, you must be joking. My words were harmless, I assure you.”


    Riss arched his thick eyebrows in intrigue. “Familiar with me, are you?”


    “Of course, Mr. Riss Mayer.”


    Norah frantically recalled all the details about Breaker that Alice had shared with her.


    “You’re the paramount figure in Breaker, hobnobbing with elite officials and celebrities in Ond. Your culinary preferences include potatoes, and your favorite fruits consist of cherries and blueberries.”


    Riss’s countenance grew increasingly somber as Norah continued her narrative.


    Oscar gazed at Norah in astonishment, finding it difficult toprehend how well-acquainted she was with his brother.


    Indeed, Riss and Oscar were siblings, coborating in the establishment and expansion of Breaker.


    Unable to discern Riss’s expression, Norah surmised that her revtions had piqued his curiosity.


    With the prospect of freedom, Norah harbored hope for escape. The bindings around her wrists gradually ckened, igniting a spark of hope in her eyes.


    “Where did you obtain this information?”


    His cold, malevolent tone bore down on her like an iceberg—unrelenting and merciless.


    Riss seethed with anger. Norah’s expression darkened as she recognized his fury. With his wrath unleashed, she couldn’t predict his next move in his vtile state.


    “Well, your details are scattered across the inte for all to see. It’s only natural that those intrigued by you would stumble upon them.”


    Norah skillfully dodged the question, maintaining aposed demeanor.


    Oscar nced at Norah.


    Riss’s imposing presence was overwhelming for ordinary individuals. How could she respond calmly andposedly?


    Riss chuckled. “I fabricated the details circting online about me. Do you truly believe I put that out there?”


    What Norah had uttered were secrets known only to those closest to Riss.


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