Chapter: 469

Riss, the leader of Breaker, exuded boldness, decisiveness, confidence, and arrogance, propelling the organization to ever greater heights.

Riss was a social butterfly. In his quest to establish a vast network of connections, he befriended business magnates, political luminaries, socialites, and celebrities in Otland, often presenting himself as a celebrity.

Riss had a fondness for beauty, having encountered a plethora of stunning individuals since establishing Breaker.

However, the woman in the room was exceptional. Her beauty was truly breathtaking.

Her long, fluffy hair cascaded effortlessly, framing her face with red lips and captivating eyes. Her movements as she spoke were alluring, drawing attention effortlessly.

Nonetheless, Riss was no fool like Remy. Sasha assured him that she could easily retrieve Norah after her visit.

Oscar scrutinized Norah carefully in the room. His demeanor exuded an unsettling malevolence, evoking an inexplicable sense of apprehension in others.

Inside the room, Norah exerted all efforts to compose herself.

Presently, she felt akin to a fish at the mercy of the butcher's block. Trapped in unfamiliar territory, she needed to devise an escape plan.

Her weapons-a gun and dagger-had been confiscated. With her hands bound behind the chair, Norah clandestinely wielded a small blade concealed beneath her fingernail, gradually sawing away at the rope securing her wrists.

"Mr. Mayer, you must be joking. My words were harmless, I assure you."

Riss arched his thick eyebrows in intrigue. "Familiar with me, are you?"

"Of course, Mr. Riss Mayer."

Norah frantically recalled all the details about Breaker that Alice had shared with her.

"You're the paramount figure in Breaker, hobnobbing with elite officials and celebrities in Otland. Your culinary preferences include potatoes, and your favored fruits consist of cheerios and blueberries."

Riss' countenance grew increasingly somber as Norah continued her narrative.

Oscar gazed at Norah in astonishment, finding it difficult to comprehend how well-acquainted she was with his brother.

Indeed, Riss and Oscar were siblings, collaborating in the establishment and expansion of Breaker.

Unable to discern Riss' expression, Norah surmised that her revelations had piqued his curiosity.

With the prospect of freedom, Norah harbored hope for escape.

The bindings around her wrists gradually slackened, igniting a spark of hope in her eyes.

"Where did you obtain this information?"

His cold, malevolent tone bore down on her like an iceberg- unrelenting and merciless.

Riss seethed with anger.