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Chapter 827:
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“Sure,” Norah responded.
Despite the Boyds’ willingness to assist, Norah opted not to rely solely on others’ help. Instead, she returned to working on her computer.
Meanwhile, at Wilson Manor in Glophia, several days had elapsed since Hank’s last communication, with no updates from the underground organization. Unable to wait any longer, he decided to make a call. “I can’t complete it. Consider your order canceled.”
The man’s voice on the other end of the phone sounded gruff and tinged with irritation.
“What? After the hefty deposit I paid? Where’s my deposit?” Hank asked, visibly upset.
“I’m not even charging you for the losses from canceling this order. You think you can get your deposit back? No way!” The call ended abruptly, leaving Hank seething with frustration.
“Damn it! What kind of organization is this? You must return my deposit if you can’t complete the job. Holy shit!” He erupted into curses, consumed by anger.
Hadley, secretly listening at the door, felt reassured. She believed Norah was strong and competent, and her objective now was to sustain their relationship. In her eyes, Hank was a fool, known only for his tendency to intimidate those weaker than himself.
A sinister glint appeared in Hadley’s eyes. She resolved to leave Hank and free herself from his influence.
Displeased with Hank’s inefficiency, Iker summoned him for a discussion.
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“You are aware of our recent activities in Glophia,” Iker said. “It will be significantly harder to execute them once Norah returns.” He looked towards Hank and added, “Over a month ago, you committed to killing Norah while she was in Silverdale. As the deadline for her exchange program approaches, when will you fulfill this assignment?”
Hank, breaking into a cold sweat, assured Iker, “I promise, I will find a way to kill her.”
The Wilsons were a prominent family among the elite in Glophia, eagerly anticipating a press conference to formally introduce themselves to high society. “I admire capable individuals. Norah is exceptionally talented, though she doesn’t quite fit in with us,” Iker remarked.
He believed Norah must have managed her father’s company in some capacity. She demonstrated her management skills, regardless of her level of involvement.
Hank felt a deep sense of disappointment. Was his father suggesting he was incapable?
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