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Seeing him only made Yvonne’s frustration boil over, and she had no desire to stay any longer.
“Leaving already?” Brian asked as she grabbed her purse.
“I can’t stand being in the same space as you.”
Yvonne’s words were always sharp.
“I’ll walk you out.”
“No need.”
But Brian followed her out, his toneced with curiosity. “Have you and Norton patched things up recently?”
“Patched things up? That would imply we were ever on good terms, which we weren’t.”
“You’re way too nosy!” Yvonne shot back.
Brian leaned casually against the wall, his lips parting slightly as he spoke in an even tone. “Do you have any idea where he went a few days ago?”
“I don’t.”
“A few days ago, he and I went to Amberfield.”
Yvonne frowned, her mind racing. What were those two even doing in Amberfield?
This time, Brian didn’t borate. He simply said, “If you’re that curious, check the local news.”
Standing in the elevator, Yvonne was brimming with questions.
And yet, curiosity gnawed at her until she finally gave in and checked the news about Amberfield.
News reports filled her screen, and she noticed that a major corporation in Amberfield had gone bankrupt and that a notorious gang and its leader had been taken down by the police.
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There were countless headlines about that, all tied to one particr person. Yvonne did a quick search, and the second she saw the gang leader’s photo, her breath caught.
It was the same man who had harassed her and Rachel at the nightclub that night.
It turned out Norton and Brian had gone after that man for them? Norton had never breathed a word about it. Even Leif had kept silent. If Brian hadn’t mentioned it, she never would have known.
The moment she stepped off the elevator, she called Brian, wasting no time. “Why did you tell me?”
“I just figured you should know. Norton isn’t as cold-hearted as you think. I’ve known him for years—he’s loyal and takes responsibility for the people he cares about. He told me you were the one who got harassed first, so he wouldn’t let me step in. He handled everything himself. Didn’t you notice he’s still injured?”
Brian’s words struck her.
Thinking back, she found he was right.
There had been a long but shallow scratch on Norton’s neck.
She had assumed it was from some fling with another woman. But now, it seemed she had beenpletely wrong.
“Thank you, Brian. Despite everything else, I’m grateful you told me.” Almost as soon as Yvonne hung up, Norton’s call came through. “Where are you?” he demanded, just as cold and distant as ever.
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