Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 233:

The deafening sound of a gunshot shattered the silence. Jack’s trusted subordinate clutched his chest, collapsing with a look of sheer disbelief in his eyes. Jack inwardly cursed, “Damn it!”

As the bullet neared Norah, the man next to her swiftly kicked Jack’s trusted subordinate over to intercept it, sparing her.

Norah swiftly drew another firearm from her waist, her gaze fixed on Jack with lethal intent. “Thanks, darling!” she said to Sean.

As Jack’s trusted subordinate spoke, Norah had sensed Jack’s attempt to hurt her. Even without Sean’s intervention, she could still manage to evade the bullet and fight back.

Observing Jack’s persistent defiance, a cold smile played on Norah’s lips. She had vowed to make him suffer a slow demise, refusing to let him have his way.

With her aim steady on Jack, Norah acted swiftly, disabling his other hand and leg with precise shots before he could even flinch. “Let those marked for death wait silently on the sidelines.”

Jack writhed in agony as the bullets seared through him, sweat beading on his forehead.

Rising as the leader of all troublemakers in the East Zone, Jack had never prepared himself for such humiliation. He belatedly realized he shouldn’t have helped Jimena since his help had dragged him and his crew into a conflict with someone they had no business provoking.

yet Norah

where the

himself too weakened to even grip a firearm. At that moment, fear

numerical advantage, Jack’s side was faltering, and Norah was running low

Norah with extra bullets earlier, sparing her from resorting to her

in those days, her prowess in hand-to-hand combat was unparalleled within her organization. She was unbeatable, with no adversary lasting more than a few exchanges against her. Norah silently thanked her past self for enduring

the East Zone like the back of his hand, sewers included. The thought of hiding, even

called out, alerting everyone. “Jack’s making a run for it!” Upon hearing him, all eyes

seriously leaving us

supposed to

“Hey, you’re our leader!”

as their leader left them for dead. Bearing the agony of three bullet wounds, Jack pushed through the pain, attempting

managing a forced smile on his pallid face. “Listen, I’m off to grab more weapons for you.

Jack, his words managed to

their leader, it wasn’t surprising that Jack had access to additional arms. The

renewed vigor, Jack’s crew