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    “Susanna, what happened in the private room before Phillip and I got there?”


    Trusting her brother, Susanna briefly shared what had urred.


    Sean and Phillip exchanged a look. Knowing Alice’s skill with guns, they could tell she was never just an ordinary girl.


    They thought about Norah’s simr abilities and started to doubt that she and Alice were merely ordinary friends. However, Susanna didn’t dive too deep into those thoughts. The memories of the unsettling events at the mour Club were still fresh in her mind.


    “Let’s forget about it for now. Sean, I’m heading to bed. Phillip, there are a few guest rooms upstairs. You can pick er. I’ll let Norah know,” Susanna said, then went upstairs.


    Phillip said quietly, “Mr. Scott, I believe Alice is far from ordinary.”


    How could a girl connected to the Breaker’s boss be simple?


    Phillip added, “In fact, I’ve had Sacredice looking into Alice. Her background, just like Miss Wilson’s, was aplete mystery before she came to Ond, simr to Miss Wilson before she arrived in Glophia. There seems to be a link between them.”


    Sacredice was known for its excellence in intelligence gathering, able to explore every detail of an individual’s life.


    Yet, both Alice and Norah had hidden pasts.


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    Sean’s face turned serious. Norah was anything but ordinary. After spending considerable time in Ond, he had realized she was profoundly mysterious.


    Despite her striking looks, Norah had remarkable skills in shooting, medicine, and drug-making. She seemed to excel in every field.


    Sean had never encountered someone so impressive before.


    “Norah is no threat to me. Phillip, call off tracking her and stop the surveince.”


    He had agreed earlier to Phillip’s n to monitor and investigate Norah, aiming to understand her true intentions.


    Over the days, he hade to feel her sincere concern for Susanna and himself.


    “Also, let’s send some funds to Gil. He and his wife are getting older, but they still make it a point to donate to charity every year. It’s really admirable.”


    “Understood.”


    Thanks to the special candles and sachets, everyone had a peaceful night’s sleep.


    The sun began its slow rise above the horizon. After getting ready, Norah drove a BMW from the garage to the Art Exhibition Center. When she arrived, she took a moment to type out a message and sent it to Sean.


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