NovelEnglishChapter 254:
“You're already within my domain, yet you still dare to display such arrogance,” the sinister voice of a man
echoed into the room through the wall-mounted loudspeaker. “I must say, you impressed me. But could your
method of handling Remy possibly be a honey trap?”
Riss quipped from outside the room. With his legs casually crossed, he lounged on the bench, sporting a
malevolent grin on his handsface.
“Your beauty is undeniable, but you have a sharp tongue. If you cross me, you'll face dire consequences.”
Norah listened intently, swiftly identifying the speaker.
Riss.
The leader of the Breaker exuded boldness, confidence, and arrogance, propelling the organization to ever
greater heights.
Riss was a social butterfly. In his quest to establish a vast network of connections, he befriended business
magnates, political luminaries, socialites, and celebrities in Otland, often presenting himself as a celebrity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRiss had a fondness for beauty, having encountered a plethora of stunning individuals since establishing Breaker.
However, the woman in the room was exceptional. Her beauty was truly breathtaking.
Her long, fluffy hair cascaded effortlessly, framing her face with red lips and captivating eyes. Her movements,
the way she spoke, were alluring, drawing attention effortlessly.
Nonetheless, Riss was no fool like Remy. Sasha had assured him that she could easily retrieve Norah after her
visit, but as he scrutinized Norah carefully in the room, his demeanor exuded an unsettling malevolence, evoking
an inexplicable sense of apprehension in others.
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Inside the room, Norah exerted all her efforts to compose herself. Presently, she felt akin to a fish at the mercy of
the butcher's block. Trapped in unfamiliar territory, she needed to devise an escape plan.
Her weapons—a gun and dagger—had been confiscated. With her hands bound behind the chair, Norah
clandestinely wielded a small blade concealed beneath her fingernail, gradually sawing away at the rope
securing her wrists.
“Mr. Mayer, you must be joking. My words were harmless, | assure you.”
Riss arched his thick eyebrows in intrigue. “Familiar with me, are you?”
“Of course, Mr. Riss Mayer.”
Norah frantically recalled all the details about Breaker that Alice had shared with her.
“You're the paramount figure in Breaker, hobnobbing with elite officials and celebrities in Otland. Your culinary
preferences include potatoes, and your favorite fruits consist of cherries and blueberries.”
Riss’s countenance grew increasingly somber as Norah continued her narrative.
Oscar gazed at Norah in astonishment, finding it difficult to comprehend how well-acquainted she was with his
brother.
Indeed, Riss and Oscar were siblings, collaborating in the establishment and expansion of Breaker.
Unable to discern Riss’s expression, Norah surmised that her revelations had piqued his curiosity.
With the prospect of freedom, Norah harbored hope for escape. The bindings around her wrists gradually
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmslackened, igniting a spark of hope in her eyes.
“Where did you obtain this information?”
His cold, malevolent tone bore down on her like an iceberg—unrelenting and merciless.
Riss seethed with anger. Norah's expression darkened as she recognized his fury. With his wrath unleashed, she
couldn't predict his next move in his volatile state.
“Well, your details are scattered across the intefor all to see. It’s only natural that those intrigued by you
would stumble upon them.”
Norah skillfully dodged the question, maintaining a composed demeanor.
Oscar glanced at Norah.
Riss’s imposing presence was overwhelming for ordinary individuals. How could she respond calmly and
composedly?
Riss chuckled. “I fabricated the details circulating online about me. Do you truly believe | put that out there?”
What Norah had uttered were secrets known only to those closest to Riss.
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