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    Sean’s face darkened like storm clouds. “Leave no stone unturned about Norah’s time in Silverdale,” hemanded.


    Joanna, timid as a mouse, piped up, “Norah mentioned that the Boyd family there treated her very well. She had the most contact with them. Should we reach out to them?”


    Sean paused, his impatience growing by the second. Finally, he swallowed his pride and gave Joanna the green light to contact the Boyds.


    The irony wasn’t lost on him—during their quarrel, he had left Norah to fend for herself. In a fit of misguided judgment, he had even withdrawn her security detail, believing she would remain unscathed without his protective shadow.


    Norah had mentioned the Boyd family in past conversations with Joanna. Acting on this lead, Joanna, apanied by Alice, headed directly to the Boyd Manor and encountered Ynde returning from a shopping trip.


    Upon hearing their concerns, Ynde’s face drained of color.


    “How could this happen? Everything was perfectly normal just a few days ago. Please wait; I’ll fetch my brother immediately.” Marlin and Ynde were Norah’s closest confidants in Silverdale.


    The unlikely group convened at a café outside Concord Hospital.


    Marlin’s demeanor turned frosty and suspicious as soon as he saw Sean.


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    “What’s happened to Norah?”


    Sean pursed his lips tightly and said, “She is missing. Mr. Boyd, please tell me everything you know.”


    “Mr. Scott, I hope you won’t hide any information either.”


    The atmosphere between the two men crackled with tension, but their shared concern for Norah bridged the gap as they exchanged information.


    Ynde pouted. “Norah didn’t tell us before she left. I had no idea she was gone yesterday.”


    Norah had mentioned earlier that she’d be staying for three months, and Ynde had kept that in mind, nning to visit Norah whenever time allowed.


    Alice’s brow furrowed in thought before she said, “It seems Norah has quite a few enemies in Silverdale. Do you think someone might have gone after her on the road?”


    The surveince cameras didn’t cover the entire highway. The footage Phillip received only captured fragments of Norah’s journey.


    “Mr. Scott, Miss Wilson’s car vanished near Pair Peak Mountain,” Phillip interjected, piecing together the clues like a master detective.


    Marlin’s eyes flicked to his watch, the gears of his mind turning. “The incident likely urred around that area. I’ll get in touch with the Silverdale police.”


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