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    “If money could solve it, then it’s not really a big deal.”


    “Please wait for me. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”


    Once the call ended, Sean asked, “Phillip, did you remember to bring the checkbook?”


    Scott nodded. “I’ve been keeping it with metely due to work.”


    Sean had used the speakerphone while speaking with Norah, so everyone in the car was clued into the conversation.


    K nced at the man in the passenger seat and asked, “Are the Sacredice members still nning to visit?”


    “Let’s take action right now. Our primary focus should be ensuring Norah’s safety. We’ll sort out the rest afterward.”


    Given the option to use the money for Norah’s safety, Sean naturally chose the quickest solution.


    After ending the call, Norah informed Riss. “The funds will arrive within thirty minutes.”


    A man entered, his presence exuding authority as he exited the room.


    Riss and Oscar settled into their chairs, their gazes fixed on Norah with great interest.


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    Scratching his chin, Riss asked, “Who did you contact? Someone who can swiftly produce 30 million dors? Could it be an aristocrat from Ond?”


    Despite her connections with numerous nobles and various tokens, Norah found herself helpless in this situation.


    Luckily, Riss was only after money.


    Holding the phone, Norah stated, “My boyfriend.”


    Oscar’s eyebrows lifted. “He’s ready to spend 30 million dors for you? That’s genuine affection.”


    Oscar was taken aback by her boyfriend’s immediate response to her. They had witnessed countless couples dispute over financial issues. Even unmarried partners would im to have no funds when it came to money.


    Wealth was advantageous, enabling one to indulge in various pleasures andforts. However, love’s value couldn’t be tallied in currency.


    Norah cast her gaze downward, pondering whether Sean’s feelings for her were truly love. Defining love was an elusive task.


    Reflecting on his past, a sorrowful Riss expressed, “If I could have her back, I’d give everything I own. Let it go. She’s gone.”


    Her body lying there… The words seemed to trail off, caught in a memory that hurt too much to revisit.


    Norah sensed something off in Riss’s demeanor. After she shared the news, he had changed.


    He seemed lost in sorrow, trapped in a bitter memory.


    “No, she promised to love me always,” he muttered.


    She was just out mingling, and then she chose to end her life in the river.”


    “Riss, being unfaithful isn’t just mingling…”


    As the siblings discussed, Norah managed to understand the whole story.


    Riss used to love this woman, but he couldn’t shake off his yful ways. When he messed around with another woman, he was caught red-handed. Eventually, the poordy couldn’t take it and ended up leaping into the river, ending her life.


    Riss couldn’t handle it, so he decided to swear off love and messing around with women altogether.


    Norah gave a snarky grin and nced at Riss, who was pacing back and forth with Oscar.


    What was the point of missing her after she was dead? The love he longed for wouldn’t return.


    Norah felt disgusted recalling Derek’s affair with Madeline, filled with regret.


    Riss clutched his head.


    “She’s indeed dead,” he murmured. “I had seen her body and buried her.”


    Since then, no other woman had touched his heart the same way.


    Hearing Norah, Riss wished his love was still alive. But he knew it was just a wishful thought.


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