Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 847
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Chapter 847:
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Joanna, in shock, could only stare with wide eyes at Madeline, now lying in a pool of blood.
She released Nancy’s hand, her lips trembling.
“Call an ambulance here. I’ll go inform Jaxson.”
“Okay,” Nancy said, her voice shaking.
Later that night, Norah defended herself against her pursuers, incapacitating them one by one. She didn’t kill them, but left them severely injured. These men weren’t professional assassins from any particular organization.
She interrogated Hanley, who was still conscious, to understand the situation. It turned out someone had hired them to restrict her freedom.
Norah was aware that Hanley and his crew were connected to Silverdale’s largest underground network, which not only dealt with various illegal activities but also smuggled arms.
After a brief pause for thought, Norah concluded that the mastermind behind it all had to be Hank. No one else came to mind with such a cruel plan.
Clearing the bushes and weeds at the cave’s entrance, she suddenly remembered the group of people who had been chasing her. She still hadn’t figured out who they were working for.
Looking inside the cave, she saw Marlin on the ground, curled up and trembling.
Rushing over, she gently tapped him. “Marlin, are you okay?” Marlin lay motionless, sweat beading on his forehead, unresponsive to Norah’s concern.
M𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂
Norah pinched him sharply, causing him to suddenly open his eyes.
In the next moment, she found herself wrapped in his arms. Norah quickly pushed him away, leaning in close, her gaze fixed on his dark eyes. “Marlin, what are you doing?”
Marlin hugged himself, burying his head in his knees as he mumbled a few words.
“I’m afraid.”
What was he afraid of? The darkness, perhaps? Norah wondered.
They had lost Marlin’s backpack while running. Norah stood up, gathered some branches from outside, and lit them with her lighter.
The soft yellow glow filled the cave.
Perhaps it was the light—and Norah’s presence—that calmed Marlin and stopped his shivering.
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