Chapter: 699

Only the undercover spy had the skills to sneak in cameras and bugs amidst tight security.

“Plus, the manor's security is strict," Chayce noted, showing his keen awareness of such matters.

“Your uncle is always surrounded by three guards. His study's always locked tight, with two of those guards posted outside."

"The same goes for your two cousins. They're all heavily guarded, even within the manor.

And the guards all carry weapons, from what I've heard."

In the wealthy clans, security guards came armed with different weapons. Pistols, electric batons, and daggers were among the usual choices.

Gilda nodded, affirming, “Sorry, Miss Norah, but your plan is not working."

They weren't optimistic about it.

Norah was remarkable; she could effortlessly run a company, excel in medical expertise, and her beauty was incomparable.

But setting up tiny cameras didn't seem like her style.

"We need to leave this to the experts. Miss Norah, I'll find someone trustworthy online."

Gilda pulled out her phone, contemplating which organization in the country could handle the task.

"I'm informing you, not seeking opinions. I want you two to monitor the surveillance footage and audio."

Chayce tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Did Norah's words suggest that everything was under control? Didn't she find it impossible?

How could they possibly pull it off, memorizing the layout and navigating paths while avoiding all guards? The manor was massive; even a seasoned spy might find it challenging.

After a pause, Gilda asked, "Miss Norah, are you sure about going in?"

If she got caught, Gilda couldn't even begin to guess what might happen.

Norah's gaze was keen as she simply replied, "Yes."

As a seed of doubt took root in her heart, she resolved to nurture it, observe its growth, and ascertain its validity.

What choice did Gilda have? She could only nod in agreement. In the car, she recounted every detail of the Wilson family's manor.

As the car pulled into the manor, Norah saw a vibrant array of balloons, ribbons, and banners adorning the place, ready for Elsa's birthday celebration.

If she hadn't known it was Elsa's celebration, she might have mistaken it for the birthday party of a young girl.

The decorations were dreamy and feminine.

Norah's expression was a frown as she observed the pink and white balloons adorning the bushes, the cutout of Elsa and the colorful ribbons.