Chapter: 439
The subordinate's expression froze, a shiver running down his spine.
Despite the throbbing pain, he didn't dare flinch, well aware of Jack's merciless nature.
As he was about to leave, the distinct sound of high heels approached the factory entrance.
Recognizing that Jimena was the only woman who would venture here, he promptly informed Jack, “Sir, it seems Jimena has arrived."
Jack, simmering with irritation, scoffed. "Am I expected to welcome her personally?"
"There's no need for formalities. We're quite capable of entering on our own," said a voice unfamiliar to those in the room, surprising everyone present.
It dawned on them that the newcomer was not Jimena.
The subordinate, nearest the door, moved to open it, while Jack's bodyguards, sensing potential trouble, discreetly readied their weapons.
The understanding was clear among them. The derelict factory was hardly a place for unannounced visits.
Curiosity and concern rose in equal measure as they questioned the absence of the door guards, pondering why there had been no report of the approaching visitors.
This oversight left the East Zone gang members in a state of shock.
Upon opening the door, the subordinate's reaction was one of sheer astonishment. "Beauty?"
Jack, overcome with a mix of excitement and curiosity, rushed to the doorway. There, he was greeted by the sight of a striking Norah in a black tracksuit, her aura one of vibrant health. Behind her stood three men, each radiating a formidable, icy presence.
In his excitement, Jack blurted out, “How did you manage to get in?"
Norah, with a hint of mockery in her tone, replied, “Wasn't I invited? I thought it only polite to accept such a gracious offer, though I didn't expect such a reception."
Caught off guard, Jack attempted to cling to a semblance of civility despite the confusion. "Please, do come in."
Jack signaled for someone to investigate the lapse in security, puzzled by the silence from his door guards.
Catching the subtle cue, the subordinate offered a respectful nod before exiting the space.
Kelvin, known by his code name K, positioned at the rear of the group, noticed Jack's subordinate's departure. He narrowed his eyes yet chose not to intervene.
Hand in hand with Sean, Norah entered what was reputed to be the East Zone boss's "meeting room," her demeanor as relaxed as if on a casual walk.
"So, this is the headquarters of the East Zone leader? It looks awful." Her critique was far from courteous as she surveyed the surroundings.
"It looks more like a shelter for the destitute," she quipped, her tone dripping with disdain.
Her derisive comments immediately soured the mood among Jack's men.
They were baffled by her audacity to venture into their domain and speak so disparagingly.