Chapter: 438

Norah offered him a smile, her silence speaking volumes.

They found themselves in Jack's territory, the most neglected part of the East Zone. Here, the streets were lined with the destitute, each corner home to beggars with outstretched hands. It was a vivid tableau of decay and despair.

"Miss, could you spare some change? I haven't had a meal in two days."

Another beggar chimed in, "Me too. Please, anything helps."

Norah, with an expression as unyielding as winter, continued forward, paying no heed to their pleas. The trio trailing her mirrored her indifference.

Once they had turned a corner, Norah's voice, lighter than before, broke the silence. “Phillip, could you head to the supermarket and buy some bread? Leave it at the entrance to this street and then leave. No need to engage with anyone."

As she spoke, Norah retrieved a bundle of bills from her purse and extended it toward Phillip.

Taken aback, Phillip accepted the money swiftly. "Understood."

Serving as Sean's personal aide, he was no stranger to compliance.

Without question, he would fulfill Norah's requests, even if they puzzled him.

Anticipating Sean's curiosity, Norah elucidated her actions, "My concern isn't a lack of resources, but rather their distribution. Had I directly offered money or sustenance, envy would breed contempt among those left empty-handed. In the East Zone, where order is a foreign concept, one can only imagine the consequences."

Yet, witnessing their plight stirred a compulsion within Norah to assist, memories of her own hunger and cold sharpening her resolve.

Sean, gently stroking her hair, voiced his approval, “Norah, your approach is commendable."

Phillip proved his worth as an efficient assistant shortly thereafter, rejoining them at the street corner with a simple, “All set."

“Let's go find Jack," Norah declared, her gaze dropping momentarily.

The quicker this ordeal concluded, the sooner she could dedicate her time to Sean.

In the desolate confines of an abandoned factory, a frustrated voice cut through the silence. “Jack, Brock and five others have vanished.

Their motorcycles turned up at the traffic police's office, and they've gone silent."

With a gesture born of anger, Jack hurled a glass across the room, its shards scattering like lost hopes. “Incompetent morons."

Jack, seething with frustration, pointed at his subordinate. "I just ordered them to capture that beauty last night, yet here we are, without her, and they're nowhere to be found. Is it possible they're hiding her somewhere?"

The subordinate, shaking his head, insisted, "That can't be! Brock and his family are rooted in the East Zone. He wouldn't dare to do so since he just couldn't leave them behind!"

Having worked closely with Brock under Jack's command, the subordinate was well acquainted with Brock's circumstances.

"Mr. Armstrong, the beauty was accompanied by several individuals last night, preventing our approach. I'll make another attempt today and ensure the beauty is delivered to your bed by tonight. Plus, I'll see to it that Brock and the rest are located. You have my word."

In response, Jack snatched a hefty book from the desk and hurled it at the subordinate's head. "You have one more day. If there's no sign of them by tonight, you and your crew will face the consequences," Jack warned menacingly.