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.

his thoughts spinning, Maloney reasoned with Bryson, “Think about it,

a hindrance, she needs proper care

though Dotson was also eager to seek justice for Hannah, he

we still haven’t identified who these individuals

to act

where we

his gaze and regarded

join me? It’s

Dotson

Dotson inquired, “Where to?”

explained, “There’s an underground joint in

talks there; we’ll get what we

are, that’s

quickly weighed the

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

them together, I doubt the underlings will divulge information about

rules and won’t risk exposing their

they violate these rules,

as we’ve got the

Bryson’s tone turned

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