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    As soon as Norah’s yful words hung in the air, Kelvin’s expression darkened. He sensed she was diverting the conversation.


    “It’s not possible to shadow the client around the clock. Even if you were made of iron, your body couldn’t handle it,” Norah said.


    Kelvin’s silvery hair hung limply. Despite appearing alone, several other members of Sacredice were lurking nearby, ensuring Sean’s safety. Still, they had all failed to notice that Norah had slipped away.


    With a narrowed gaze and a smirk, Norah teased, “Kelvin, you wouldn’t want Sean to know you’d cked off, would you? You might find yourself jobless.”


    A few beads of sweat trickled down Kelvin’s forehead as her words hit home, serving as a cautionary note.


    “Miss Wilson, pleasee in. I didn’t see you this evening,” Kelvin stepped aside to wee her in. Acknowledging his failure to notice Norah’s departure would mean admitting to his own dereliction. A derelict bodyguard was unfit to stand by Sean’s side.


    “Alright, I’ll rest for now. Sometimes there’s no use overexerting yourself, Kelvin,” Norah said calmly.


    Her words lingered in the air, causing Kelvin to freeze and stare nkly at her as she walked away.


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    Norah and Kelvin held sway over each other.


    Yet, Kelvin understood Norah’s standing in Sean’s heart and decided to let her mysterious midnight trip slip by, not wanting to be held ountable for his own negligence.


    After a quick wash, Norah crawled into bed, exhausted from the day’s trials.


    As the smoke dissipated in the abandoned factory, several bodiesy scattered on the ground. Jovanni, wounded in the arm, still clung tightly to the suitcase full of money, ring fiercely at Oscar. “Oscar, are you hell-bent on wiping us out?” Most of Jovanni’s meny on the ground. Some were still breathing, while others were already dead.


    Oscar’s eyes glinted with deadly resolve. “You made the first move. Why couldn’t we retaliate? Your threats mean nothing to me. If I tell the world you tried to steal my firearms, who do you think they’ll believe, you or the Breaker?”


    Looking at the fallen bodies of his own men, Jovanni couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. So many lives lost.


    Jovanni had to admit he was afraid. He didn’t want to die.


    With his forces dwindling, he reluctantly ced the suitcase on the ground and raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll give you the money. Please, spare us,” he implored.


    “The fight started because of you. Do you really think I’d let you off the hook?” Oscar bellowed, “Go to hell!”


    A gunshot echoed through the air.


    Jovanni fell, his eyes still open in death.


    Unbeknownst to Norah, Oscar believed it was Jovanni’s men who had instigated the conflict over the firearms.


    Oscar ordered that all of Jovanni’s men who were still breathing be taken away. It wasn’t until Oscar and his men reached the factory’s entrance that they realized the firearms and the van were gone, except for the unconscious driver.


    “Where are the firearms? Tell me!” Oscar demanded angrily.


    Oscar kicked the driver hard, causing him to groan in pain. As the driver opened his eyes, he felt the weight of many cold stares upon him. He shuddered in fear and uttered, “Sir…”


    “Where are the firearms?” Oscar pressed.


    “I heard you call me, so I got out of the car, and then… and then I passed out.”


    “You useless fool! You couldn’t even guard the firearms!” Oscar pped the driver across the face, and the sound echoed through the silent night.


    With a terrifyingly grim expression, Oscarmanded, “Have some of our mene and pick us up.”


    Oscar was livid.


    “Damn Jovanni! Arranging for the firearms to be stolen had to be Jovanni’s doing. He shouldn’t have let Jovanni die so easily. But at least, with the suitcase of money in hand, the deal wasn’t aplete loss.”


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