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    “Let’s resume our meal,” he suggested warmly. “The dramas of youth needn’t concern us.”


    Tranquility gradually reimed the dining room. The elders, grateful for the return to normalcy, retrieved their silverware in unison.


    “Yes, Mr. Higgins is right. Let’s continue.”


    “The cuisine is truly exceptional,” anothermented appreciatively.


    Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table as the meal resumed its pleasant rhythm.


    Meanwhile, Noah and Jarrett entered the verdant sanctuary of the manor’s garden. Jarrett stopped his wheelchair and turned around. He tilted his head to meet the gaze of the masked figure towering before him.


    “I’m indebted to you, Mr. Noel, for your timely intervention earlier,” he said.


    Had Noah not proposed the dual chairmanship, Sadie might havepelled him to surrenderpany leadership to Nathan—that worthless excuse for a businessman. The shared title sounded preposterous on paper, yet Jarrett harbored absolute certainty that Nathan’s chairmanship posed no genuine threat to his authority. Better still, Jarrett preserved his standing while securing legitimate involvement in Wall Group’s ventures. The arrangement proved masterfully advantageous.


    Noah slipped his hands into his pockets with practiced nonchnce, his lips curving in a subtle smile.


    “Mr. Higgins,” he drawled, “such formality is unnecessary. We are now allies.” He cocked his head, his gaze drifting toward the stately manor looming in the distance.


    “I’m curious about your strategy moving forward,” he mused. “I might provide valuable counsel, particrly since Ms. Hudson appears quite enchanted by your brother. Nathan projects frivolity, but he may prove a more formidable opponent than anticipated.”


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    The words held a deeper significance.


    Jarrett sneered inwardly. He was uncertain about Nathan, but Patrick, standing before him, was definitely a challenge. And Jarrett could feel theplexity of Sadie and Patrick’s rtionship. His gaze grew slightly darker.


    However, for the moment, theirmon enemies were Nathan and Sadie. It seemed harmless to coborate temporarily with Patrick.


    “Of course, Mr. Noel, since it interests you, I’ll share the details.” He briefly outlined his ns.


    Noah listened in silence, a faint smile ying at the corners of his mouth beneath his mask.


    Perfect. If Jarrett remained consistent, everything else would align.


    What about Sadie? The memory of her pale face as she fled haunted him, darkening his gaze.


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