Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 92:

Hearing the girl's words, realization dawned on Norah that she had fallen for an act.

Norah erupted in laughter unexpectedly. Throughout her life, she had often found herself fooling others, but now

she was the victim of deceit.

“Who instructed you to chere?” Norah asked.

This was the road to her home. It was evident that someone had orchestrated this meticulously.

“Does Mylo or Juan ring a bell?” the girl asked, approaching Norah with a knife in hand. Her breath brushed

against Norah's face.

Norah's heart skipped a beat. So, the girl was from the Fox Alliance? How did they discover who was responsible

for Mylo’s and Juan's deaths?

“Care to guess why there's such a crowd gathered here for you today? Because | didn’t want history to repeat

itself. And thanks to your generosity, you walked right into our trap.” The girl chuckled as her men emerged one

by one.

Over twenty burly figures lurked in the shadows of the forest, clearly organized. The chill of the blade against

Norah's neck was palpable, and the menacing presence of the men before her was undeniable.

“You're coming with me,” the girl pressed the blade closer, her tone fierce. “Tie her up and bring her back.”

Instantly, two men approached Norah, brandishing hemp ropes. They steadily advanced toward her in the

darkness, a tragedy looming.

As the girl retracted her knife and took a step back, the men began binding Norah's wrists. Suddenly, Norah

sprang into action, seizing one man by the neck and delivering a swift kick to another's groin.

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The girl was directing commands at the injured men, but when she heard the commotion, she swiftly turned and

saw the unfolding scene.

“Catch her!”

Norah had managed to break free from the ropes and was darting away. At that moment, she was thankful she

hadn’t worn high heels today. She ran fast, with the men in pursuit.

After a prolonged chase, Norah tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, her breath ragged. She focused

on regulating her breathing, determined not to give herself away. The consequences of being recaptured by

them would be dire.

Spotting her white car parked by the roadside in the distance, she glimpsed a glimmer of hope. Her only stroke

of luck was that none of the men carried firearms, or she might have been shot dead already.

“Can’t any of you catch up to a girl? Run faster!”

A pack of men trailed after Norah. If anyone had witnessed the scene, they would have been astounded. The

wind howled relentlessly.

As the metallic scent of blood filled Norah's mouth, its intensity grew. Her breath becragged from the

exertion of running. The pursuers, hot on her heels, were on the verge of closing in.

In a swift motion, she dashed toward her vehicle, retrieved the car key, and unlocked the door.

Norah's tranquility shattered as a man lunged toward her. His dagger grazed her back. A surge of agony coursed

through her, causing her face to freeze in shock. The hand that had just opened the door now quivered

uncontrollably.

Undeterred by the pain shooting through her shoulder, Norah clenched her teeth and forcefully kicked the

assailant aside. With a resounding slam, she shut the door and ignited the car's engine. The vehicle swiftly

accelerated, resembling an arrow released from its bowstring. The frustrated pursuers could only watch as the

white car faded into the distance.

Stepping forward, the girl delivered a swift kick to the fallen man. “Pathetic. You couldn't handle a girl when you

had a knife? Utterly useless!”

This girl held a prominent position within the Fox Alliance. The reprimanded man meekly lowered his head, too

afraid to challenge her words.

“You will all face consequences!” she declared coldly. “I will not tolerate any more failures.”

“Yes, madam!” the men replied firmly.

Meanwhile, Norah endured the persistent pain in her back as she drove home. Those from the Fox Alliance had

proven themselves formidable, successfully locating and ensnaring her. She remained in a daze due to the

persistent throbbing from the knife injury.

Norah entered the community and suppressed her dizziness, parking her car by the side of the road. She

activated her phone to reach out to Joanna for help, but as soon as it powered on, she lost consciousness against

the steering wheel.

Her phone slipped from her hand, accidentally brushing against someone’s contact. A white car sat silently

parked on the road, with no one witnessing this scene.

The phone call was promptly answered. “Hello? Norah? What's the matter? What's wrong? Hey, are you still

there? Where are you? I'm coming to get you.”

Sean didn’t end the call. In his casual attire, he hurried to search for her location. The map indicated she was

right there in Dreamview Villas. Anxiety filled him as he zoomed in on the map, pinpointing a more precise

position. After memorizing it, he grabbed his keys and rushed out, speeding toward the location.

Relief washed over Sean when he spotted Norah in her white car. But when he saw her, unconscious with her

head on the steering wheel, his heart skipped a beat. A knife wound marred her back, staining her clothes and

even the seat with blood. Norah was injured!

Realizing this, Sean felt a deep sense of remorse and anguish. How much pain must she be in?

He approached the door, only to discover it was locked and received no response from Norah as he tapped on

the window. A melancholy expression adorned his face as he picked up a stone from the garden and hurled it at

the car window.

After taking Norah back to his villa, Sean called the family doctor. In the living room, he anxiously awaited the

doctor's examination results. His countenance was cold as he pondered over who could have harmed Norah.

For the sake of Norah, a female family doctor was called over.

“The knife wound is not severe. She fainted due to exhaustion and the wound,” the doctor reassured him.

“She will regain consciousness after resting for a while,” the doctor explained Norah's condition. “I have applied

medicine and changed her clothes. A good rest will do her well.”

Sean nodded. “Okay.”

The room where Norah was sleeping was the sone she had occupied during her previous stay. Keeping it

reserved for her since her last visit had been Sean's deliberate choice.

He perched on the edge of the bed, observing the girl lying there with a pallid face. His heart ached.

Her face was so pale and lifeless.

Sean touched his chest, his expression filled with sympathy, though he was unaware of it.