Chapter 253 He Couldn't Wait Any Longer

Sean grasped the handle of the food container, setting it down with a deliberate thud, then

carefully lifted the lid.

Each layer unveiled a culinary masterpiece crafted by Norah herself. Twelve buns, pristine and neatly arranged, greeted him from the first tier.

The second layer oozed with clam chowder, saturating the container with its savory aroma. The third layer revealed smoke salmon, sending Sean's heart racing with anticipation.

Norah, having personally prepared these dishes, eagerly awaited Sean's arrival at the hotel entrance. However, the dishes spilled, and she was swiftly kidnapped by Breaker. The tantalizing scent of the food teased Sean's senses, but his mind was consumed by the

image of Norah's encounter with Breaker.

Phillip's voice broke through his reverie. "Mr. Scott, the car is ready. Let's depart."

He caught sight of the contents in the food container. Having experienced Norah's culinary expertise firsthand, he immediately recognized that this was the dinner she had lovingly prepared for Sean.

Sean stored the food container in the car without a second thought, unconcemed about any potential oil stains on the luxurious vehicle. All that mattered to him was that it held Norah's expression of love, and he couldn't bear to let it go to waste. "Shall we head straight to confront Breaker, Mr. Scott?"

Seated in the driver's seat, K took advantage of the moment to pose the question once more. While Sean had been inspecting the food container, K had assumed the role of driver.

"Yes, let's go, Sean replied, his impatience growing.

Sporting a sheepish expression, K met Phillip's gaze through the rearview mirror before voicing his concem. "Considering the number of people of Sacredice, won't your identity as the leader be easily known if you reveal yourself like this?"

Sean had concealed his true identity for countless years, driven by his desire to remain hidden from the prying eyes of others.

Even when he faced the four Deacons, he had taken the precaution of donning a disguise to conceal his true identity.

Sean's eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity, his voice resonating with an ominous coldness.

"I couldn't care less about others' opinions. My sole concern is ensuring Norah's safety." Phillip retrieved a black robe from the car and advised, "Mr. Scott, it's wise to conceal your identity. Your relationship with Miss Wilson is still in its infancy. If she discovers your true identity now, it might jeopardize your budding romance."

the mention of a possible break-up, Sean's resolve wavered instantly.

At "In that case, I'll confront Breaker in my capacity as the leader of Sacredice. Finding Norah remains the utmost priority for everyone else."

"Yes, Mr. Scott."

At Breaker's headquarters

Emerging from the abyss of unconsciousness, Norah slowly peeled open her heavy eyelids. The intense glare of the incandescent light flooded the room, causing her to squint against its piercing brightness.

Battling a splitting headache, she narrowed her eyes as she surveyed her surroundings. The room was a stark expanse of pure white, devoid of any furnishings. Before her stood a

seamless wall of mirror.

In the desolate confines of the room, the only sound that echoed was the rhythmic pattern of her own breath.

As she attempted to shift her body, Norah realized with a start that she was bound to a white chair. Her hands and feet were securely fastened, rendering her completely immobile, the tightness of the ropes leaving no room for escape.

As expected, she had been taken to Breaker's headquarters.

The knockout drops on the petite woman's handkerchief packed a powerful punch. Yet, Norah's quick thinking allowed her to take in only a fraction of the substance. Despite her efforts, the effects swiftly overtook her, rendering her incapacitated before she could even fathom reaching for the antidote.

A knock resounded on the glass, drawing Norah's attention. She gazed quietly at the

transparent barrier with her penetrating eyes. If her assumption was correct, the mirror was one-way glass. Those outside could observe her, while she could only discern her own shadow on its reflective surface.

With a subtle frown, Norah remarked, "Is this how Beaker shows sincerity?”