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.

thoughts spinning, Maloney reasoned with Bryson, “Think about it, we’re in

are a hindrance,

eager to seek justice for Hannah,

identified who these

not to

a lead on where we might

and regarded

you want to join me? It’s your

Dotson exchanged

Dotson inquired, “Where to?”

“There’s an underground

we’ll

are, that’s

the

group involved, there’s likely a mastermind orchestrating things

together, I doubt the underlings will divulge

rules and won’t risk exposing

violate these rules,

as we’ve got the

tone

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