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Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

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Chapter 243:

Remy From The Breaker

Alice felt warmth spread through her heart.

Norah, ever so dedicated, had visited her every day in the hospital, tending to her wounds and buoying her

spirits.

“Okay, I'll accept it. But where is Sean? He didn’t accompany you today?” Alice asked.

A grin that said more than words spread across Norah's face. “Sean had to address an urgent matter at the

company in Otland, so he and Phillip sped off. I'm here solo.” Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she

reassured Alice, “He sent over two people from Sacredice to ensure I'm safe, so you've got no reason to fret over

a,

A quizzical look crossed Alice's face. “Sean must have quite the fortune. Employing protection, even just for a

day, can’t be cheap.”

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Norah had once stumbled across an online discussion about their fees, which ranged wildly from one million to

ten million, all for a single day's work. One would need deep pockets to engage a bodyguard from Sacredice.

“I've never asked him about these things,” Norah confessed as she tidied up and settled beside the bed. “I had

argued that a bodyguard was unnecessary, but he wouldn't have it.”

Sacredice’s bodyguards were like phantoms, materializing only when peril loomed.

“Sean's got a big heart for you.” Alice let out a sigh. “His absence is unusual. Fillin on the details about him.”

Whenever Alice laid eyes on Norah, Sean seemed to be Norah's shadow, which made squestions tricky for

Alice to ask and for Norah to answer.

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With a playful twinkle in her eye, Norah began recounting the adventures she and Sean had embarked on

together.

A longing sigh escaped Alice. “It’s evident. With charm and grace, how could you not have admirers trailing you?

Sean’s a catch. I'm eagerly anticipating your wedding. | can hardly wait to be your bridesmaid, standing by your

side, holding your bouquet.”

“You'll surely be by my side that day,” Norah murmured, her mind adrift with the imagination of her wedding day

with Sean. She yearned to bask in the joy the wedding promised.

As the twilight hours enveloped the hospital, Norah meandered toward the exit, her gaze bending as she

reached out to Sean. Earlier, Sean had promised to pick her up for dinner after his workday, so she had opted to

hail a taxi directly to the hospital to visit Alice.

The moment her fingers graced the screen of her phone, the air split with the intent of violence. It was a punch

aimed at her, but Norah, with agility, executed a backflip, narrowly evading harm.

Her assailant stood revealed.

It was a towering man, his fists massive and intent, meeting Norah's in a thud that spoke of brute strength.

“Oh? Not bad,” he grunted, his surprise etching into his brow.

“And you are?” Norah, composing herself and smoothing back her hair, took stock of her opponent.

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Flanking the towering figure were five men, all donned in black, each marked with the emblem of a shattered

peak.

The hulking man introduced himself. “I'm Remy from the Breaker. You're invited by our boss to join us in the East

Zone.”

With a collective step, the entourage edged closer, encircling Norah with calculated precision.

Remy’s voice carried a note of grudging respect. “Figured you'd go down with one blow. Seems | was wrong.”

“Now, make your choice. Will you cwillingly, or must | compel you?” His voice chilled the evening air.

Norah's gaze turned icy. “I despise being cornered into a choice.”

Her challenge to Remy was direct and fierce. “Your options are simple—beat me, or meet your end.”

A mocking smirk played on Remy’s face as he regarded Norah, the scorn clear in his eyes.

Norah stood poised, her attire a sleek black ensemble complemented by high-top boots, her long hair styled into

neat ponytails. In her stance, there was unspoken defiance, a surety that spoke volumes.