Chapter 285

Chapter 285:

He stood by the window, engaged in a phone call, his face set in a stern expression.

“…Carry out my instructions. Tomorrow morning, I expect the secretarial team at the branch office.”

His voice was commanding as he issued orders to Samuel on the line. Kyla paused, taken aback.

Such a move usually suggested management problems at a branch office.

She hastened her steps, yet as she approached, Noah concluded his call.

“Noah…” Kyla’s voice was soft, her eyes wide with feigned naivety. “I don’t even know what I did wrong…”

As Noah faced Kyla, his gaze was piercing. “Eva has already taken care of the servant who delivered me the drink.”

Kyla’s expression twitched, the urge to defend herself rising, to assert that Sadie was the real schemer.

But before she could speak, Noah’s voice cut through with chilling finality.

“Next time, there will be no mercy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked off.

Kyla remained rooted in place, her fists clenched tight.

Why did Eva have to meddle so much? And Sadie was just as bad!

Noah’s breakfast was a display of refined grace, each movement showcasing his natural poise.

Eva, resting her chin on her hand, watched him with an amused sparkle in her eyes and a cunning smile on her lips.

“You look quite lively today, Mr. Wall. Did you get some good rest last night?”

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As Noah looked up, his deep eyes met hers. He replied softly, “Fairly well.”

Her laughter was gentle, yet her words carried a teasing undertone. “Only fairly well? The butler informed me you spent all night in Miss Hudson’s room and only left this morning after getting the whole story about last night,” she teased, her smile broadening for effect. “I heard you even tried not to wake Miss Hudson when you left. Looks like I’ve figured out the special someone for whom you were cooking last night.”

Noah’s grip on his knife and fork slackened briefly, and his expression grew somber, though he offered no reply.

Setting aside his cutlery, he gracefully took a napkin and dabbed at his lips.

“You seem to have quite a bit of spare time, Eva,” he said, his tone detached.

With a relaxed shrug, Eva responded, “What can I do? Life’s spectacles are too interesting to ignore, particularly yours.”

Noah then calmly took a sip of his coffee, showing no sign of irritation at Eva’s remarks.

At that moment, Kyla approached with a tablet in hand and positioned herself next to Eva.

“Ms. Shaw, I’ve received the initial designs from the branch’s design team,” Kyla said, her voice maintaining a professional softness.

Eva examined the tablet briefly.

Displayed on the screen were several lavish and garish dress designs, each excessively flattering. Beneath the images, sycophantic words praised Eva’s elegance and unmatched grace.

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