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    “Mr. Noel, what’s the meaning of this? Some kind of joke?”


    Wasn’t Patrick supposed to have left already? Why was he still here—and confronting him like this?


    Noah didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned slightly toward Jack, who gave a silent nod before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.


    Now, it was just the two of them.


    When Noah finally spoke, his voice was t, emotionless.


    “Mr. Higgins, it seems my message at the banquet didn’t quite sink in.”


    Nathan’s chest tightened.


    Realization began to dawn. He blurted quickly,


    “Mr. Noel! This is all a misunderstanding—a huge misunderstanding! I merely noticed Ms. Hudson—”


    “Returning alone and felt the need to ensure her safety. That’s all, I promise! Nothing inappropriate happened!”


    His face radiated sincerity—like a man desperate to bare his soul to clear his name.


    Though known for his flirtatious ways, Nathan valued survival. In moments of danger, he knew better than to provoke someone like Patrick.


    This was not a man to trifle with—his actions were often unpredictable, and his protection of Sadie was intense.


    Noah’s stare remained t. He was clearly unconvinced. He wasn’t buying the performance.


    Nathan had lingered far too long in Sadie’s suite for it to be just a casual check-in.


    “I see.” Noah’s tone was t, devoid of emotion. “Then tell me—what exactly was the conversation between you and Ms. Hudson? Every detail.”


    Nathan’s grin faltered. He nced nervously at his interrogator.


    Noah offered nothing—his demeanor was unreadable.


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    Nathan’s conversation with Sadie had touched on sensitive family matters and clues about her parents.


    That wasn’t something he could just reveal, especially not to Patrick, who led the Burgess Group and only coborated with the Wall Group. If Patrick had ties to Jarrett or the Johnsons, revealing those secrets could be fatal. Lying was the only way out.


    Nathan’s thoughts scrambled as he pieced together a lie. He let out a sheepish chuckle and scratched his neck awkwardly.


    “Honestly, it was trivial. Look, Mr. Noel, I happened to spot Ms. Hudson’s aide, Tina, and she stood out to me—quite the stunner, wouldn’t you agree? So, I merely asked if Ms. Hudson could share Tina’s number. Surely you can rte.”


    Noah listened in silence, his gaze narrowing beneath the mask. A flicker of danger darkened his expression.


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