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    The man was adept at evading surveince, making it difficult to track him.


    Arriving in Silverdale by ne indicated he was not a local resident.


    Sean suspected the man was from Glophia.


    Most people acquainted with Norah hailed from Glophia. The man’s efforts seemed geared towards creating an illusion of being a native of Silverdale.


    Before long,prehensive details about Norah’s acquaintances in Glophia were gathered.


    Sean settled in his study, meticulously perusing the documents.


    Phillip exined, “Mr. Andrews asionally travels to Silverdale for business. Mr. Hayes is frequently away from Silverdale, leaving Kaiden to oversee the Hayes family in his absence. Derek and Madeline reside exclusively in Glophia and have never left the area. Corrin and his family are also staying in Glophia.”


    “Oh, I see.”


    Sean turned the page with a thoughtful gaze, focusing on the scant documents pertaining to Kason. His expression grew somber.


    “Phillip, please arrange a meeting with Kason for me. I need to speak with him.”


    Could it be that the man in ck around Norah was actually Kason?


    Uncertain, Sean wanted to verify this in person.


    “Ask Bryson to join us. Let him know it’s been a while since I’ve seen them, and I’d like to catch up over a drink.”


    That night, at mour Club,


    In the second-floor private room, Spencer identally jostled Kaiden and queried, “What’s the situation today? Sean, Kason, and Bryson—how did they all end up here together?”


    He was aware of the tension between Sean and Kason.


    Kaiden wasn’t naive. He had sensed Kason’s feelings for Norah for a long time. Despite Norah’s year-long absence, Kason still cared deeply for her and frequently visited Silverdale, which had honed his skills.


    “I’m not sure. I’m curious why Kason decided toe here.”


    It was rare for Kason to visit ces like this for entertainment. Unless someone specifically invited him, he generally avoided such gatherings.


    Spencer stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I wish I could overhear their conversation.”


    But he knew it was wishful thinking. Sean’s bodyguards were formidable; it was impossible for him to sneak a peek or eavesdrop.


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