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    With a resounding crash, the door burst open, and a tall, impably dressed man strode in.


    Norah nced up to find a stern-faced figure advancing towards her with deliberate steps.


    It must be acknowledged that Riss’s ability to maintain a celebrity persona stemmed from his strikingly handsome visage. In contemporary society, most people prioritize physical attractiveness, often cing it above moral virtues.


    His chiseled features—angr jawline, prominent nose, and piercing gaze—remained fixed on Norah.


    The man before her exuded an air of arrogance and superiority.


    “I’ll ask you once more,” Riss said, his fingers extending to grip Norah’s chin, his stare as cold as ice.


    His touch sent a chill through her, and though her chin throbbed with difort, Norah met his gaze unwaveringly.


    “I’ve heard it from various sources,” she replied.


    Hearing her response, hepsed into prolonged silence. Eventually, a smile tugged at his lips. He released her chin and took two steps backward, folding his arms across his chest, his chilling gaze fixed on her.


    “Miss, I noted your beauty from the outset, yet your words often upset me.”


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    Oscar, the man outside, strolled in nonchntly. “What’s the matter?”


    With a yful grin, Riss gestured toward Norah. “Recall your fondness for this type of woman, do I not?” Oscar mused. “How about indulging in her? Perform for me, and let’s see if she remains as stubborn.”


    Oscar approached Norah, leaning in to brush aside her tousled locks, his fingers tracing her face delicately. “Indeed, you are a breathtaking beauty.”


    “Get lost.”


    Norah cursed Oscar inwardly, seething with frustration. She locked eyes with him.


    Oscar trailed his fingers down her chin, lifting it upward forcefully.


    Her radiant features gleamed in the light, her eyes bewitching. Her lips, as crimson as the ripest cherries, were alluring and enticing.


    A hint of cruelty flickered in Oscar’s eyes. “You’re quite feisty.”


    His grip on Norah’s chin tightened, eliciting a wince from her, while the frostiness in her gaze only intensified.


    “You wear pain and anger well. I wonder if you’re as passionate in bed.”


    Oscar turned to Riss. “Are you going to interrogate her, or shall I take her to my quarters?”


    Norah’s heart sank as the bindings on her wrists started to cken.


    Was Sean aware of her disappearance? Would he attempt a rescue? Breaker held sway as Lachdeer’s foremost gangster.


    Even if Sean harbored rescue intentions, prating Breaker’s stronghold would prove formidable.


    Given the foreign setting, Sean’s influence, though substantial in Clop, dwindled to mere financial resources in this unfamiliar territory.


    Her heart sank further.


    She resolved to seek an escape route rather than rely on others for salvation.


    “Precisely why have you apprehended me?” Norah inquired before Riss uttered a word.


    Sean’s associates imed they were conducting an investigation, yet before any findings emerged, Riss had already apprehended her.


    Riss regarded Norah with a chilling gaze. “You’ve proven adept at dealing with Jack and his cohorts. Breaker engages in transactions for profit, like others. Unfortunately for you, you’ve tangled with the denizens of the East Zone.”


    The factions in Ond shared a robust alliance. Upon receiving assistance requests from fellow factions, they typically offered their support.


    It was only then that Norah recalled Jack’s muttered curse directed at them. She couldn’t pinpoint when Jack had contacted Breaker and divulged their information.


    “I can offer you twice the sum Jack provided.”


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