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.”

scoffed. “Am

handling this ourselves,” said the unfamiliar voice in

hosts

subordinate nearest the door moved to open it, while Jack’s bodyguards, sensing potential trouble, discreetly readied their weapons. The understanding among them was clear. The derelict factory was hardly a place

they questioned the absence of the door guards, wondering why there had been no report of

the subordinate’s reaction was

by the sight of striking Norah in a black tracksuit, her aura one of vibrant health. Behind her stood three men,

out, “How did you manage to get

thought it only polite to accept

to a semblance of civility despite the confusion. “Please, do come in.” He signaled for someone to investigate the lapse in security, puzzled by the silence from his door guards. Catching the subtle

code, positioned at the rear of the group, noticed Jack’s

be the Zone boss’s “meeting room,” her demeanor as relaxed as if she were on a casual

is the headquarters of the East Zone leader? It looks awful,” she commented, her critique far from courteous

the destitute,” she quipped, her tone dripping with

baffled by her audacity to venture into