Once the door closed, she blinked and realized she truly couldn’t see anything.

Hannah reclined on the bed, rolling onto her back.

It was oddly comforting.

She seemed to adjust to this newfound ease rather swiftly.

Downstairs, Dotson and Maloney spotted Bryson descending.

Dotson inquired, “How’s my boss? In a bad mood?”

Maloney asked, “Is Miss Moore down about her eyes?”

“No,” Bryson replied.

Bryson requested the villa’s housekeeper to handle the dishwashing.

Upon his return and seating himself, his countenance had cooled noticeably.

Maloney could sense his discontent.

“I understand you must feel upset about Miss Moore’s injury, but don’t let it consume you.

Although Bryson looked calm now, he could have easily lost his cool for a spell.

He’d once witnessed it abroad.

reasoned with Bryson, “Think about

are a hindrance,

was also eager to seek justice for Hannah,

we still haven’t identified who these

to act impulsively

on where we might

Bryson lifted his gaze and regarded

to join me? It’s your

and Dotson exchanged

Dotson inquired, “Where to?”

“There’s an underground joint

talks there; we’ll get what we

are, that’s

the pros

there’s likely

the underlings will

and won’t risk exposing their

these rules, they’ll lose credibility

as we’ve got

Bryson’s tone turned

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