Chapter 210 Coming Along

Norah cocked her head to the side and queried, "Is that so?"

The man eagerly responded, "Absolutely, I'm quite fond of you. How about we chat more

privately? My place is over in the East Zone. I'm extending an invite. Would you consider

coming along?"

Norah's eyes seemed untouched by the complexities of life, radiating purity. "Interesting. How far is it from here?"

"It's a short ride. It'll only take a few minutes, and I've got a car ready to take us there."

At that moment, another man rolled a motorcycle forward.

Offering Norah a white helmet, the man assured, "Wear this. I'll treat you well."

Considering the crowded hospital environment, Norah realized beating them up right here

wasn't wise. "I need to look after my hospitalized friend. Just give me your address, and I'll

come by myself later tonight." The man was skeptical of Norah's promise, thinking she was merely looking for a way out. He persisted, thrusting the helmet toward her, "I'm already here, so why not come with me now?"

As this exchange unfolded, the other five men formed a circle around Norah, their stares bearing hostility toward Norah.

"So, you're saying regardless of my answer, you plan to take me with you, correct?" Norah maintained her composure under such pressure.

The man affirmed, "Indeed, beauty, you've ventured here on your own, after all."

Jack's crew assumed they had bypassed the need for kidnapping Norah away. If all went smoothly, they would soon present her to Jack.

Norah feigned contemplation before giving a tentative nod. "Is it just you guys there?"

"If you comply, you'll only meet one person. If not, I can't guarantee who else you might encounter."

Their implication was clear. Jack might hand Norah over to his men if she was obedient. Jack's associates were tom, hoping for her compliance yet intrigued by the possibility of her defiance.

Norah accepted the helmet with poise. "I prefer to ride solo. Would that be alright?"

"Of course." Without a second thought, the man tossed her the keys. "We'll lead the way.”

He exhibited no concern over the possibility of Norah fleeing on the motorcycle.

"Let's set off."

The man was about to ask, "Can you manage a ride with that dress?" Before the man could ask, Norah had grasped her gown's hem and gave it a sharp tug. Instantly, the once floor-length attire transformed into a skirt barely covering her thighs. She nonchalantly wrapped the excess fabric around her waist, tuming a simple dress into something striking.

The men at the side couldn't help but gawk, drooling over the sight. None of them had ever encountered a woman of such allure.

The quartet of motorcycles tore through the city streets, their aggressive maneuvers drawing irate shouts from other drivers. Their speed unnerved regular motorists, creating a stir wherever they passed.

A black sedan trailed them, its driver navigating with exceptional skill. He kept a consistent

distance, never lagging too far behind nor getting too close, regardless of the terrain.

Inside the sedan, two figures clad in black watched anxiously. The driver eyed the motorcycles with concern, while his companion considered contacting their higher-up. "Should we inform the Deacon that she has left with a group of men?"

"She went with them willingly. Our job is to intervene if she's harmed, keeping our presence a secret unless absolutely necessary."

The man with the phone eyed the bustling street with trepidation. "Facing so many men, if we're not vigilant and she comes to harm, we'll face repercussions back at the Sacredice.”