Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 254:

“You’re already within my domain, yet you still dare to display such arrogance,” the sinister voice of a man echoed into the room through the wall-mounted loudspeaker. “I must say, you impressed me. But could your method of handling Remy possibly be a honey trap?”

Riss quipped from outside the room. With his legs casually crossed, he lounged on the bench, sporting a malevolent grin on his handsome face.

“Your beauty is undeniable, but you have a sharp tongue. If you cross me, you’ll face dire consequences.”

Norah listened intently, swiftly identifying the speaker.

Riss.

The leader of the Breaker exuded boldness, confidence, and arrogance, propelling the organization to ever greater heights.

Riss was a social butterfly. In his quest to establish a vast network of connections, he befriended business magnates, political luminaries, socialites, and celebrities in Otland, often presenting himself as a celebrity.

Riss had a fondness for beauty, having encountered a plethora of stunning individuals since establishing Breaker. However, the woman in the room was exceptional. Her beauty was truly breathtaking.

Her long, fluffy hair cascaded effortlessly, framing her face with red lips and captivating eyes. Her movements, the way she spoke, were alluring, drawing attention effortlessly.

Riss was no fool like Remy. Sasha had assured him that she could easily retrieve Norah after her visit, but as he

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Presently, she felt akin to a fish at the mercy of the butcher’s block.

clandestinely wielded

joking. My words were harmless,

eyebrows in intrigue. “Familiar with

Mr. Riss

details about Breaker that

officials and celebrities in Otland. Your culinary preferences include potatoes, and your favorite fruits consist

somber

in astonishment, finding it difficult to comprehend how

Oscar were siblings, collaborating in the establishment and expansion of

Riss’s expression, Norah surmised that her revelations had piqued

the prospect of freedom, Norah harbored hope for escape. The bindings around her wrists

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cold, malevolent tone bore down on her