Chapter: 468

Sean had concealed his true identity for countless years, driven by his desire to remain hidden from the prying eyes of others.

Even when he faced the four Deacons, he had taken the precaution of donning a disguise to conceal his true identity.

Sean's eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity, his voice resonating with an ominous coldness.

"I couldn't care less about others' opinions. My sole concern is ensuring Norah's safety."

Phillip retrieved a black robe from the car and advised, "Mr. Scott, it's wise to conceal your identity. Your relationship with Miss Wilson is still in its infancy. If she discovers your true identity now, it might jeopardize your budding romance."

At the mention of a possible break-up, Sean's resolve wavered instantly.

“In that case, I'll confront Breaker in my capacity as the leader of Sacredice. Finding Norah remains the utmost priority for everyone else."

"Yes, Mr. Scott."

At Breaker's headquarters Emerging from the abyss of unconsciousness, Norah slowly peeled open her heavy eyelids. The intense glare of the incandescent light flooded the room, causing her to squint against its piercing brightness.

Battling a splitting headache, she narrowed her eyes as she surveyed her surroundings.

The room was a stark expanse of pure white, devoid of any furnishings. Before her stood a seamless wall of mirror.

In the desolate confines of the room, the only sound that echoed was the rhythmic pattern of her own breath.

As she attempted to shift her body, Norah realized with a start that she was bound to a white chair. Her hands and feet were securely fastened, rendering her completely immobile, the tightness of the ropes leaving no room for escape.

As expected, she had been taken to Breaker's headquarters.

The knockout drops on the petite woman's handkerchief packed a powerful punch. Yet, Norah's quick thinking allowed her to take in only a fraction of the substance. Despite her efforts, the effects swiftly overtook her, rendering her incapacitated before she could even fathom reaching for the antidote.

A knock resounded on the glass, drawing Norah's attention. She gazed quietly at the transparent barrier with her penetrating eyes.

If her assumption was correct, the mirror was one-way glass. Those outside could observe her, while she could only discern her own shadow on its reflective surface.

With a subtle frown, Norah remarked, "Is this how Beaker shows sincerity?"

"You're already within my domain. Yet you still dare to display such arrogance."

The sinister voice of a man echoed into the room via the wall- mounted loudspeaker. "I must say, you impressed me. But could your method of handling Remy possibly be a honey trap?"

Riss quipped from outside the room.

With legs casually crossed, he lounged on the bench, sporting a malevolent grin on his handsome face.

“Your beauty is undeniable, but you have a sharp tongue. If you cross me, you'll face dire consequences."

Norah listened intently, swiftly identifying the speaker.