?Chapter 918:


    Sadie and Nathan were already seated on the sofa.


    Feeling his throat dry as sand, Nathan grabbed the water pitcher on the coffee table and, bypassing the need for a cup entirely, guzzled several mouthfuls straight from it.


    After several hearty gulps, he let out a thunderous burp and sighed, content. Setting the pitcher down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and seemed to recall his original purpose.


    “You guys missed one hell of a scene,” he announced, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.


    “Yvonne stormed the stage, crying her eyes out like the world was ending, and t-out refused to leave. The whole ceremony went down in mes. The Johnsons were livid, and I guarantee my old man must be racking his brains trying to fix the fallout.”


    He recounted the chaos like a storyteller savoring every detail, but as he spoke, his grin slowly gave way to a furrowed brow.


    “But I don’t understand why Briley got arrested,” he said, confused. “The police said she hired someone to steal. She’s always been spoiled, walking around like royalty, but that? Could she really go that far?”


    Nathan shook his head in disbelief, clearly struggling to make sense of it.


    Sadie picked up her drink and took a quiet sip.


    Her eyes flicked to Noah beside her, who remained stone-faced.


    “She wasn’t after valuables,” she said softly. “She tried to kill me while I was getting changed.”


    Nathan reeled.


    “Wait, what?” He bolted upright, face pale with rm. He hurried to her side, eyes scanning her as if expecting to see blood.


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    “Are you okay?” His voice cracked under the weight of panic.


    Good Lord. Briley had actually attempted murder?


    Sadie was now his anchor. If something ever happened to her, everything he’d worked toward would unravel in an instant. That simply couldn’t be allowed.


    Panic surged through Nathan as he instinctively reached out, desperate to confirm she was unharmed.


    But just as his fingers hovered near the hem of her sleeve, a firm grip halted him mid-motion.


    It was Noah.


    No one had noticed when he stood, but now he was in front of Sadie, his gaze glinting cold and unreadable behind the mask.


    Nathan stiffened. His instincts screamed at him to back off.


    Without hesitation, he lifted his palms in surrender, a strained chuckle escaping.


    “Alright, alright!” he blurted. “Rx, sir—I was only checking in on Ms. Hudson!”


    Backing away with cautious steps, he dropped onto the sofa once more, his lips twitching in silentint.


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