Chapter: 199

“What else?" Sean asked.

"I breached the Fox Alliance's network and unearthed something odd," a voice replied.

Sean then saw a document pop up on his screen.

“I intercepted this call recording from Hilda's phone. The Fox Alliance is hired to orchestrate this pursuit against Miss Wilson."

Sean played the audio, listening to two women's voices. His expression grew stormier by the minute.

"It seems we've stumbled upon a plot. The Fox Alliance was hired to target Miss Wilson. Luckily, Miss Wilson managed to escape. Had they captured her, she'd have faced unimaginable horrors back at their headquarters."

A wave of fury swept over Sean. "Can you trace the mastermind behind this?"

"Just a sec. Alright. Got it. I'm sending over the location now."

Sean hurriedly checked the address. It was a mansion in Glophia. A quick search revealed the owner: Derek Carter.

Sean frowned. Derek? The same Derek who was divorcing Norah for the other woman? He wasn't privy to all the details, but he suspected that Norah's incident was somehow linked to Derek's affair. He recalled the other woman's name was Madeline.

Upon awakening, Norah's head spun wildly. A sharp pain on her left side made her wince. Then, she recalled she'd been stabbed and had passed out in her vehicle.

Norah's blood turned cold. Realizing her predicament, panic set in.

Looking around, she was clearly not in her car. She wondered where was this place.

The room was dim, making it hard to register anything. A slight, yet familiar scent hung in the air.

Norah, grappling with her shoulder pain, tried to sit up and scan her surroundings. It didn't take long for her to recognize the room.

Wasn't this the Scott family's guest room, where she'd stayed before?

The linens were fresh, the wardrobe now painted white, and the floor boasted a plush wool carpet. A petite coffee table and a swing chair occupied one corner. Despite the minor changes, it was unmistakably the same room.

The realization that she was in Sean's residence brought a wave of relief to Norah. Though unsure of how she got here, she felt safe.

That was when she noticed someone had changed her clothes and tended to her stab wound. A flush of embarrassment and irritation washed over her. Could Sean have been the one to treat her wound? The thought of him seeing her exposed left her mortified. As she mulled over this, she was furious.

Then, the soft tread of footsteps neared the door. Norah reclined and shut her eyes, feigning asleep.

The door creaked open, and a lamp near the bed bathed the space in a warm glow.

Sean tiptoed to the bed, gazing at the resting figure. Norah's eyelids were closed, and her brow was furrowed, signaling unrest. He leaned in, brushing her forehead with his hand. Her skin was warm but lacked the heat of a fever.

His fingers drifted, smoothing the creases of her brow. “Don't fret. I'm here with you," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble.

Unaware she was only pretending, he scrutinized her briefly before exiting.