?Chapter 293:


    It was a small van carrying the Breaker’s firearms, slightly smaller than the one Norah had rented. The driver sat in the driver’s seat, his expression cautious. In the pitch-ck night, the van was parked in the empty lot outside the abandoned factory, with only the driver standing guard. The truck was locked from the inside.


    Norah pulled on the passenger door, but it wouldn’t open. Left with no other option, she knocked on the driver’s side window. “Open the door and let me in,” she called out in her disguised voice.


    Thinking it was Oscar, the driver didn’t suspect anything and unlocked the door without hesitation. “You’re finally here…” he began.


    Before he could finish, Norah knocked him unconscious. She quickly dragged him out and tossed him to the ground. Then, she took the driver’s seat, pressed the elerator, and swiftly drove the truck away.


    Since the vehicle belonged to the Breaker, Norah knew she couldn’t drive it around town without attracting attention. She took it to the rental car parking lot, where she transferred all the goods from the truck to her rented van. The boxes of firearms were a bit heavy, but fortunately, her n worked.


    Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get her hands on these weapons.


    After loading the car, Norah drove away.


    The Breaker must be enjoying the surprise she had left for them, right? Norah hummed a happy tune on her way back, her face lighting up with satisfaction as she pulled down her face mask.


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    Paying thirty million dors for these weapons was far from a good deal, but the loss she had caused the Breaker had more than made up for it. After today, the gangs in Lochdeer would likely avoid doing business with the Breaker. The Breaker would have to find other clients.


    Norah had also nted a virus in the Breaker’s trading system. After today, the system would probably stop working.


    Norah went to Alice’s house to store the weapons before returning the rented van. She then drove leisurely back to the hotel. When she looked at the time, it was already past three o’clock.


    Norah stood at the entrance of the hotel and hesitated. When she came down earlier, she had descended using the pipe. Should she climb up the building using the same method, or take the elevator instead? At this hour, Phillip and Kelvin should be asleep, right?


    With that thought in mind, Norah finally decided to take the elevator. Otherwise, it would take who knows how long to climb back to her room.


    Earlier, she had gone down the pipe because she was worried that Sean hadn’t slept. He would have stopped her if he knew she was on a dangerous mission.


    However, being stubborn and rebellious by nature, she wanted to follow through with what she had already decided to do.


    The elevator doors opened, and Norah took a few steps inside, locking eyes with the silver-haired man who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed. The man’s eyes were half-closed as if he was resting, but when he heard the “Ding” from the elevator, he looked up.


    “Miss Wilson, did you just get back?” Kelvin asked as he straightened up, his probing gaze fixed on Norah. He was sure he hadn’t seen anyone leave through the door the whole night. Norah was clearly back from outside, dressed all in ck, looking like she had been out on some business.


    Norah untied the hair tie on her head, her chestnut hair falling loose, and her thick eyshes fluttering like butterfly wings. “I just went for a walk. Don’t tell Sean, okay?” she said.


    “Oh? But I’ve been standing guard here the whole time, and I didn’t see you go out,” Kelvin remarked.


    Norah was about to walk past Kelvin, but at his words, she turned around and looked straight at him. “Maybe you just didn’t notice. I didn’t see you, either. Shouldn’t you be resting at thiste hour?” Norah’s expression was calm andposed as if she was stating the facts.


    If Kelvin hadn’t been guarding the door the whole time, he might have been deceived by her confident words.


    “A bodyguard must protect the client at all times,” he said.


    “Oh, really? Not even a moment’s rest?” she asked.


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