Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 230:

Jack, seething with frustration, pointed at his subordinate. “I just ordered them to capture that beauty last night, yet here we are, without her, and they’re nowhere to be found. Is it possible they’re hiding her somewhere?”

The subordinate, shaking his head, insisted, “That can’t be! Brock and his family are rooted in the East Zone. They wouldn’t dare do that, especially since he couldn’t leave them behind!”

Having worked closely with Brock under Jack’s command, the subordinate was well acquainted with Brock’s circumstances.

“Mr. Armstrong, the beauty was accompanied by several individuals last night, preventing our approach. I’ll make another attempt today and have the beauty delivered to your bed by tonight. Plus, I’ll ensure that Brock and the rest are located. You have my word.”

In response, Jack snatched a hefty book from the desk and hurled it at the subordinate’s head. “You have one more day. If there’s no sign of them by tonight, you and your crew will face the consequences,” Jack warned menacingly.

The subordinate’s expression froze, a shiver running down his spine. Despite the throbbing pain, he didn’t dare flinch, well aware of Jack’s merciless nature. As he was about to leave, the distinct sound of high heels approached the factory entrance.

Recognizing that Jimena was the only woman who would venture here, he promptly informed Jack, “Sir, it’s Jimena. She has arrived.”

simmering with irritation, scoffed. “Am

formalities. We’re quite capable of handling this ourselves,” said the unfamiliar voice in the room,

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to open it, while Jack’s bodyguards, sensing potential trouble, discreetly readied their weapons. The understanding among them was clear.

the absence of the door guards, wondering why there had been no report of the approaching visitors. This oversight left the East Zone

reaction was one of

by the sight of striking Norah in a black tracksuit,

out, “How did you manage to

a hint of mockery in her tone, replied, “Wasn’t I invited? I thought it only polite to accept such a gracious offer, though

“Please, do come in.” He signaled for someone to investigate the lapse in security, puzzled by the silence

rear of the group, noticed Jack’s subordinate’s departure. He narrowed his eyes

boss’s “meeting room,” her demeanor as relaxed as if she were

looks awful,” she commented, her critique far from courteous

the destitute,” she quipped, her tone dripping

immediately soured the mood among Jack’s men. They were baffled by her audacity to venture into their