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 about it,

Moore’s eyes are a hindrance, she needs proper care

seek justice

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lead on where

Bryson lifted his gaze and regarded the two with

to join me? It’s

Dotson exchanged

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explained, “There’s an underground

there; we’ll get

that’s where they’re

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there’s likely

we confront them together, I doubt the underlings will divulge

strict rules and won’t risk exposing

violate these rules, they’ll lose credibility

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