Chapter: 405
After taking care of Alice for lunch and seeing her rest, Norah left the hospital.
“Oh my! Jimena, what's happened to your hand?"
Lochdeer East Zone was home to the busiest financial center and the most chaotic lower districts.
In a rundown warehouse, a group of men pushed the door open and entered.
The room was large, with an old leather sofa at its center. Jimena Martinez, Alice's previous caregiver by profession, sat there. Her right hand was bandaged and held close to her chest, her hair a mess, and her eyes puffy and red from crying.
“I've heard nursing pays well, and you just landed a new job. How did you end up hurting your hand? Did you mess with someone's marriage, and the wife came after you?" The men who came in erupted into crude laughter.
With a look of hatred, Jimena said, "Jack, I need you to teach a woman a lesson."
Jack Armstrong, known as the boss of the East Zone, commanded respect from all the local troublemakers. Having known Jimena since they were kids, and once being intimately involved, he was uniquely positioned to help her. This history allowed Jimena to seek him out directly.
“Really? She's the one who did this to your hand?" Jack's interest was piqued as he sat next to Jimena, urging her to go on.
After hearing her out, Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully and asked, "You mentioned she's incredibly beautiful?"
“Beyond beautiful! I've never seen anyone like her before. She must be a tourist in Otland. Jack, you're the only one I can turn to for help."
"Alright, I'm on it. When I deal with her, I'll make sure you're there to see it. We'll get your revenge!" Jack then pulled Jimena close, gently kissing the corner of her eye, and declared, “Anyone who messes with my people is asking for trouble."
A sinister look crossed Jimena's face, her eyes gleaming with vengeance.
The headquarter of the Sacredice was located in an ancient castle far from Lochdeer, where the core members, including the Deacon and the Elders, lived. Other members resided in a group of villas some distance away from the castle.
"K made a special journey back from overseas, even putting aside his current mission," said Phillip, his voice tinged with amusement. "Mr. Scott, it's been quite some time since you last graced this place with your presence. They all miss you dearly."
As the one responsible for communication, Phillip was well aware of the sentiments held by the members of the Sacredice. “If they know you have a girlfriend, they will undoubtedly share in your joy."
Sean's expression became stern as he raised an eyebrow and gave Phillip a chilly gaze.
“We have phones and computers. If they truly wished to see me, there are means," Sean argued.
Phillip defended their cause and said, "There is still a distinct difference between meeting in person and connecting through video."
It was only by seeing Sean face-to-face that the members of the Sacredice would feel at ease, and the Sacredice could continue to function as usual. It could be said that Sean served as the anchor for the Sacredice.
"Enough with the idle chatter. Let's go."
In the conference room, three attractive men were engaged in casual conversation.
"P always gets to be by the leader's side, and I can't help but envy that. It feels like we're just sheep, waiting for the leader to check on us every once in a while," expressed a man with silver short hair. His silver-white pupils and strikingly red lips gave him a roguish charm.
"K, what you're saying is true. The leader usually communicates with P and T, but seldom with us," added another man with golden hair, thin, gold-rimmed glasses, and the astute presence of a businessman.