Chapter: 449

Phillip reflected on the previous events and hesitated. How was he to respond? Beyond knowing Norah as the Supernatural Doctor, he was clueless about the details of other events that unfolded, including Norah's divorce, the dread following an accidental murder, and her temporary avoidance of Sean...

“Why does their story concern you? I have nothing to share," Phillip declined to elaborate, choosing silence over disclosure. He lacked the interest in engaging in idle chatter with Kelvin. Talking with Susanna and cheering her up seemed a far better use of his time.

"Come on, P. We rarely meet. Share some tales about our leader."

Kelvin, brushing his silvery locks, fluttered his eyelashes, a silent plea directed at Phillip.

Kelvin, driven by a thirst for gossip, stooped to a level of flirtation he typically found distasteful.

However, Phillip remained immune to such tactics, save for those from Susanna. Firmly pushing Kelvin away, he made his stance clear.

“Enough of that. Don't try those tricks on me."

Phillip was undeniably straight, through and through. Kelvin's ambiguous preferences had no place attempting to charm him.

Rebuffed, Kelvin looked at Phillip with hurt eyes. "So, this is how it is? I'm out there, putting in the work on missions, and you've all decided to sideline me by not spilling the tales of our leader's love story, haven't you?"

A look of puzzlement flashed across Phillip's features at Kelvin's exaggerated statement. What the hell?

“Even T knows about the leader's love story. Only I remain in the darkness. It seems that outing for missions made me isolated,” Kelvin continued, his feigned sadness evident.

All the while, the needles continued to pierce Jimena's skin, prolonging the torture.

Phillip gave Kelvin a playful pat. “Enough. Stop pretending. No Mr. Scott's love story from me."

Kelvin merely said those words to hear the tales of Sean's love story from Phillip.

Kelvin, with his manly physique and gentle appearance, had stolen countless naive women's hearts.

Norah inserted the needles into Jimena's waist and stood up, clapping her hands.

When the oversized men's T-shirt was lifted to Jimena's waist, the lower half of her body was revealed to be clad in black underwear, and her waist was visibly covered in deep needle marks.

After Norah mentioned sewing Jimena's mouth shut, Jimena dared not cry out loud, afraid Norah would actually bring the needle to her lips and sew them shut using hair as thread.

Having witnessed Norah's brutal methods before, Jimena was genuinely scared right now. She had spotted Jack lying on the ground and felt a pang of pain at the sight of the bullet wounds on his body. She felt Norah and her group were merciless and bold, daring to attack Jack, the supposed leader of the gang in the East Zone.

“Done with the needles now. The next? The dagger, of course." Norah pulled out a dagger and brandished it in front of Jimena. “Let me see... Where shall I start?"

Overwhelmed by dread, Jimena lunged forward with her uninjured hand, clutching desperately at Norah's leg. "Miss, I was wrong! I know I made a mistake. Please spare me and let me go. I'll change! I promise. I'll change everything. Please, I beg you," she pleaded.

Norah bent down and grabbed Jimena's neck, squeezing it tightly. “So what if you belatedly realize your mistake? I am not patient enough to wait for the day when you become a changed person to arrive.”

Having been tortured by Jack's associates under Jimena's abetting, Alice had made her stance clear that Jimena and Jack should meet miserable demises right after being tortured.

"I will not waste a single bullet on you. Alice has two wounds, so you'll get two as well." Norah lifted Jimena by the neck and gestured for a while before finally deciding to make cuts in the same places as Alice's wounds.