Chapter: 1260

Sean slowly stated, “Actually, I encountered a woman wearing a mask there."

Bryson's interest faded instantly. That was typical of men; they were haunted by the memory of a beautiful face. He expected Sean to bring up someone more unexpected.

Kason gave Sean a neutral look. "So, is this the reason we came all the way here?"

Sean met his gaze with a frosty intensity. “Absolutely. You are involved with her, Mr. Hayes, after all."

"I don't know what you mean."

Kason's denial was swift, his expression darkening.

"This meeting had a sinister vibe from the start, and now it's clear. What accusation are you trying to pin on me, Sean?"

The air thickened with tension, charged like the air before a storm.

Bryson felt lost.

Had he missed something crucial? Why was this conversation so confusing?

In the grand private room, Sean and Kason faced each other, both projecting an intense presence, neither man yielding an inch.

"Mr. Hayes, the name Nora must ring a bell, right?" Sean's laugh was light. "Even behind a mask, I can recognize her. She's still radiant, a standout on the stage."

Kason wasn't taken aback; he had anticipated this confrontation, though not so soon.

It wasn't Nora who had uncovered the truth, but Sean who had pieced it together and approached him.

“Sean, you're quite astute to have tracked me down so quickly.”

No longer feigning ignorance, Kason leaned back in the sofa, looking up at Sean with a complex expression, his tone measured.

“After piecing it together, the only people close to Norah were you guys. Tracking you down wasn't difficult." Sean's gaze deepened. “You didn't conceal your movements in Glophia, making it easy to locate you."

Bryson's thoughts began to align. “Hold on, are you talking about Norah?"

"Didn't Joanna tell you?"

Bryson pondered whether he should have been informed.

Sean explained, "We encountered an amnesiac Norah in Bellfolk."

Bryson's eyes widened in shock. They were indeed discussing Norah.

Kason conceded that he wasn't as perceptive as Sean, often overlooking such crucial details. Even though he was well-prepared in Silverdale, his efforts to stay concealed had failed.

“Well, you've found me. What now?"