Chapter: 368

Susanna hung up the phone, feeling dazed. If her ears didn't deceive her, a lady had just made advances at Phillip. She assumed she would tease him or something, but instead, a faintly uneasy feeling crept into her heart. She rubbed her chin, wondering the cause of this peculiar feeling. She pressed her hand against her chest, looking puzzled.

Inside the cafe's chamber.

Norah and Sean had agreed they were friends previously, making their interaction easy and unforced.

Norah was composed during their conversation, chatting with Sean without a hint of unease.

“Wie talked about racing again some other time, and here we are, Norah."

"Yeah, what a coincidence. You're as skilled as always."

Sean said with a hint of self-mockery, "So what?" He only managed to secure second place. His disappointment wasn't just on the racetrack but also his love life. It was a double letdown.

Looking at Norah's cold yet graceful countenance, and sensing the distant vibe that kept everyone at arm's length, Sean sighed. Was it true that he failed to evoke any emotions in her? Was he that unimpressive? He started to blame himself. Norah was flawless, so her lack of interest in him must be his fault.

"Norah..." When Sean wanted to say something, Phillip burst through the door, appearing all tense.

"Mr. Scott, there's a terrorist threat at the cafe. We need to get out immediately," Phillip hastily said.

Then, the sound of gunshots and blasts filled the air.

Sean quickly got up, his expression turning steely. He took Norah's wrist in his hand. "Norah, we need to get out of here."

Norah was momentarily caught off guard, stumbling before regaining her balance and hastening to match Sean's quick steps, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

Sean's profile was striking, with a chiseled jaw, a straight nose, and brows knitted together. His rapid steps released a distinctly masculine fragrance.

Norah discreetly shifted her gaze. Her heart thumped loudly, not just from the chaos outside the café but also from Sean's grip around her wrist. She studied his pronounced knuckles and slim fingers, sensing the warmth flowing from him.

With a gentle shift of her hand, Norah felt his grip on her wrist tighten.

“Don't move. Let's get out first," Sean said without glancing back, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Mr. Scott, I spotted people with guns and explosives heading this way when I entered. I've called for backup, and they'll be here soon."

Phillip swiftly approached them, giving a quick rundown of the situation. "We can use the underground parking lot to buy some time."

Explosions echoed as Phillip finished speaking. Gunshots and terrified screams pierced the air outside.

Norah's heart sank. In Otland, terrorist attacks happened a lot. With money and permits, one could get guns legally. Upon arrival, Norah and Alice were both equipped with petite lady pistols.

Norah stopped in her tracks. "Wait. Alice is still in the café."

"No time to worry about anyone else." Sean kept tugging Norah along with a firm grip, his tone cold. In his thoughts, Norah was the precious gem he needed to protect, and the rest didn't matter much to him. Putting their lives on the line just wasn't worth it.

Sean believed the priority was to escape from this place safe and sound.