Chapter: 1104

Back then, Hadley was a woman with her own distinct personality and goals. Following Hank's initial mistreatment, she decided to file for divorce.

But after enduring his prolonged coercion and manipulation, she ceased to fight back against the abuse.

Hank believed that no matter how strong a woman was, she would always yield after being taught a lesson.

A sinister plan began to form in his mind. He knew of the bustling ports in Silverdale, where there was a notorious underground market for human trafficking.

He figured that if Norah were captured by those people, she would undoubtedly suffer.

Envisioning Norah's striking beauty, a wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. He was certain that such a prize would tempt those traffickers.

Hadley, nursing her own injury, looked up to see Hank's malicious grin and felt a chill.

She wondered what harmful plan he was scheming now and who was the target.

Norah had dedicated the entire afternoon to coding for a facial recognition framework. Fortunately, her prior knowledge in programming made this task manageable. The real challenge was ensuring the system could precisely identify and locate the person.

She stood up to stretch and said, “Yolande, let's go.”

There was no answer. She glanced over and noticed Yolande on the sofa, deeply asleep, her Lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.

Suddenly, Susanna crossed Norah's mind. She wished for her surgery at Glophia to go smoothly.

Joanna had informed Norah about Susanna's progress, sharing that Susanna had been recovering from her injury for a while. However, Susanna never talked about her suicidal attempt, and her family and friends avoided bringing it up around her to prevent upsetting her further.

Norah was lost in thought and didn't realize that Yolande had stirred awake.

"Norah, are you done with your work?"

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Let's head out for dinner. I have made a reservation at the restaurant."

"Okay, let's go."

Yolande had reserved a table at a private restaurant. Rosalee placed the order and waited for them.

"Considering Rosalee's identity, it's wise to keep it secret, so I arranged for us to meet here."

"Well, it's okay."

Norah smiled. The location didn't matter to her; she was just pleased to have friends to dine with in Silverdale.

Rosalee removed her mask, revealing a scabbed wound on her face that resembled a centipede. It looked quite startling at first glance.

Yolande examined her closely and said, "Rosalee, it seems the edges of your scar are fading a bit."

Rosalee looked surprised. "Really?"