Chapter 1462
Noahâs reaction was equally swift. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the strike.
Noahâs father had served in the military for years and disliked those who lacked strength. Despite
Noahâs preference for the arts and his usual display of gentility, he was trained in combat skills and
remained unscathed so far despite all the things that happened in his life.
However, the opponentâs skills seemed to surpass his.
Another knife was sent at a tricky angle, aiming directly for a vital organ.
Noah, who evaded the first attack, had no time to adjust his posture. Just as the knife was about to
pierce into his body, the cat in his arms emitted another piercing scream.
In a flash, the cat pounced toward the assailant, who evaded the attack. The knife directed at Noah
deviated slightly, leaving a streak of blood on the black fur of the cat
The blade flew past Noah with a tint of blood on the blade.
Noah was momentarily stunned, his eyes reddening with distress. âRuby!â
The black cat had saved his life at a critical moment.
Noah loved cats and had a few of them at home. However, he was sentimental and could only care for
a few within his capacity. Hence, he had not brought home new cats in years.
This black cat Tyler offered to him as a gift was indeed very much to his liking. Of course, it was
because it was from Tyler that he had reservations.
Ever since he had brought the cat home, he had to take responsibility and care for it well, but since it
had not been with him for very long, it had not developed the same level of attachment to him as his
original cats.
What he least expected was for the cat to save his life.
Noah could not spare time to think about anything and rushed over to check on the catâs condition.
The catâs gaze, however, remained fixed on the assassin. Though it had pounced toward the assailant,
its attack was far from fierce. Its hackles had not risen, and its fur had not puffed up in alarm. Instead, it
regarded the assassin with a gaze of puzzlement.
Noah sensed that something was wrong and turned to look at the assassin.
As he took in the situation, he paled and exclaimed, Bloody hell! Tyler?!â
The person attempting to kill him was Tyler.
Noah gaped at the man before him in disbelief and thought to himself, âI havenât contacted Vicky
recently, so why on earth is Tyler going crazy on me again?â
In the past, Tylerâs tactics never escalated beyond leaving him battered and bruised, so it was a first for
Tyler to actually show the intention of killing Noah.
Not daring to provoke a madman, Noah said hastily, âTyler, do we have a misunderstanding or
something? Didnât Vicky explain our relationship to you? You understood and even gave me this black
cat as a truce because you know I like cats.â
Hearing Noahâs words, Tyler hesitated for a moment and looked toward the ink-black cat on the
ground.
The cat, despite having been wounded by Tylerâs attack, displayed neither alertness nor anger and
simply batted its eyes at him, its head tilted inquisitively.
After Tyler left, Vicky remained locked in the cold, dark basement. There was no window in the
basement, and there was only a light bulb hanging on the ceiling.
Vicky carefully observed her surroundings.
Though it was dark, the basement was clean as a clean freak like Tyler would never tolerate living in a
space that was not spotless.
The bed she was sleeping on was soft and comfortable. There was no strange scent in the air, and
there was even a faint fragrance.
She had been locked up before, so she did not panic and obeyed Tyler completely.
After feeding her, Tyler did not do anything and simply left with the plates.