Chapter: 473

She started to dial Sean's number on her cell phone.

"Sean," she said as soon as the call was connected.

What should she say? Should she just ask him for the money?

She had money in her account. She hadn't used the consultation fees that the Hayes and Scott families had paid her yet. However, she couldn't possibly come up with such a large amount of money in such a short time.

“How are you, Norah? Are you hurt? Are you safe right now?"

Sean was currently on his way to the Breaker's camp, worried out of his mind. When he suddenly received a phone call from Norah, he answered it without a second thought.

His hands trembled with fear. “Norah, please say something," he begged.

Norah pursed her lips and said, “Breaker's people said that as long as they received thirty million dollars, they'd let me go."

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about escaping, but since she didn't know the situation outside and she only had a limited amount of weapons, any rash action would only result in injury.

If money could solve it, then it was not really a big deal.

“Please wait for me. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

Once the call ended, Sean asked, "Phillip, did you remember to bring the checkbook?"

“Mr. Scott, I've been keeping it with me lately due to work."

Sean had used the speakerphone while speaking with Norah, so everyone in the car was clued in on the conversation.

K glanced at the man in the passenger seat and asked, "Are the Sacredice members still planning to visit?"

“Let's not take any action right now. Our primary focus should be ensuring Norah's safety. We'll sort out the rest afterward."

Given the option to use the money for Norah's safety, Sean naturally chose the quickest solution.

After ending the call, Norah informed Riss, "The funds will arrive within thirty minutes."

A grey-clad man entered, placing two white chairs down before exiting the room.

Riss and Oscar settled into their chairs, their gaze fixed on Norah with great interest.

Scratching his chin, Riss asked, "Who did you contact? Someone who can swiftly produce 3@ million dollars? Could it be an aristocrat from Otland?"

Despite her connections with numerous nobles and various tokens, Norah found herself helpless in this situation.

Luckily, Riss was only after money.

Holding the phone, Norah stated, "My boyfriend."