Chapter: 260
The men forcibly opened Kason's mouth, pouring the golden liquor over his lips, the liquid spilling down his jaw and staining his clothes, an act of domination that delighted Hilda.
Taking a bottle herself, Hilda insisted on feeding Kason the alcohol, further asserting her control.
"If your gaze lingers on me, consider it your unspoken agreement to stay and become a permanent fixture within the Fox Alliance, at my side," Hilda whispered, her eyes alight with a mix of madness and adoration.
Kason, coerced into drinking, struggled against the overpowering taste of the alcohol and the pain from his injuries. The liquor coursed through him, blurring his senses, while his drenched chin and attire only served to amplify Hilda's fascination.
"Drink up, embrace the night that awaits us," she urged, watching as Kason's resistance waned under the dual assault of alcohol and agony, his consciousness teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Norah drove her off-road vehicle, following the police cars quickly to the Fox Alliance's base, armed with the clues they had gathered.
This was the same spot Sean had mentioned earlier, now proving its worth.
Norah's mind was filled with questions. When did Kason manage to get on the wrong side of the Fox Alliance? And why did he go there without his usual bodyguards?
The headquarters of the Fox Alliance was a short drive from where the abduction took place, barely ten minutes away.
The head of the police team wore a look of concern. "Miss, we're in the middle of official police work. Please don't interfere, and thank you for your help."
It was obvious they preferred Norah to stay back. As a civilian, Norah could unintentionally complicate their operation. Their request for her to leave made sense.
Yet, the thought of Kason possibly facing torture inside filled Norah with dread. She was capable of sneaking in to rescue him, but she knew the police would never agree to such an action. Leaving was not an option for her.
“There seems to be a large group inside. Maybe you should call for additional backup," Norah suggested, casting a shadow over the captain's mood.
“Are we the police or are you? We handle our matters without needing outside help."
Norah clenched her teeth, determination in her eyes. She understood the police had their responsibilities. "I'm staying right here and I'm not moving from this spot."
The sight of blood on the grass was a grim hint that Kason was hurt.
She couldn't bear the thought of leaving without ensuring his safety.
With her lips tightly sealed, she observed the police force's activities, noting their hesitation to advance.
The police captain was in deep discussion with his team. “We're looking at a minimum of a hundred people inside, all armed, and the area hasn't been fully surveyed yet. What's the word from the city police department?"
It looked like an immediate intervention was off the table.
Uncertainty hung over Kason's condition, leaving Norah filled with worry.
Norah hopped back into her car, turned it around, and headed off to find a parking spot on the opposite side of the Fox Alliance's headquarters.
"Mr. Scott, Miss Wilson has just parked," Phillip reported.
Sean's gaze turned thoughtful. If he wasn't wrong, this was indeed the Fox Alliance's headquarters. The same place he had mentioned to Norah a couple of days prior. What was her reason for being here?