NovelEnglishOnce 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I understand you must feel upset about Miss Moore's injury, but don't let it consyou.
Although Bryson looked calm now, he could have easily lost his cool for a spell.
He'd once witnessed it abroad.
With his thoughts spinning, Maloney reasoned with Bryson, “Think about it, we're in Cadilind.
Miss Moore's eyes are a hindrance, she needs proper care now.
Even though Dotson was also eager to seek justice for Hannah, he concurred with Maloney's viewpoint.
"Yes, we still haven't identified who these individuals are.
It's best not to act impulsively for now.
"I've got a lead on where we might learn who's behind this.
Bryson lifted his gaze and regarded the two with his profound eyes.
"Do you want to join me? It's your call.
Maloney and Dotson exchanged glances.
Dotson inquired, "Where to?" Bryson explained, "There's an underground joint in Valmere.
Money talks there; we'll get what we need.
Chances are, that's where they're from.
" Dotson quickly weighed the pros and cons.
"Considering the diverse group involved, there's likely a mastermind orchestrating things behind the scenes.
If we confront them together, I doubt the underlings will divulge information about their employer.
They likely have strict rules and won't risk exposing their benefactor.
If they violate these rules, they'll lose credibility and business.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"As long as we've got the cash.
Bryson's tone turned icy.
"It's all about what matters more to them: rules or cash.
" Nightfall dr@ped the city, neon lights flickering like restless spirits.
The three of them quickly reached a consensus to take action that night.
Dotson promptly drove them to the bar.
The bar lay tucked away, hidden from prying eyes.
After navigating several alleys, they arrived at an ancient looking building.
The decor inside was simple yet exquisite, reminiscent of an old m ve mansion of ancient palace. Two lifelike stone lions guarded the entrance, giving it an aura of regality.
Several tall men dressed in black stood at the door of the bac, bawing respectfully as they approached. "Mr.
Mitchell.
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