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.

Maloney reasoned with Bryson, “Think

Moore’s eyes are a hindrance, she needs proper

to seek justice for Hannah, he

still haven’t identified

to act impulsively for

got a lead on where we might learn who’s behind

his gaze and regarded the two

to join me? It’s

Dotson exchanged

Dotson inquired, “Where to?”

an underground joint in

talks there; we’ll get

are, that’s

the pros

diverse group involved, there’s likely a mastermind orchestrating things behind

I doubt the

strict rules and won’t risk

violate these rules, they’ll lose credibility

as we’ve got

Bryson’s tone

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