Chapter 299

Chapter 299:

At that instant, Alex’s assistant entered swiftly, his face marked by a look of grave concern. “Mr. Howe, we’ve got serious problems!”

Turning in alarm, Alex and Susannah faced him.

Panting slightly, the assistant explained, “It’s about our partnerships… They’re withdrawing. Even those who have been with us for decades are now backing away…”

Color drained from Susannah’s face. “What? Why? What’s happening?”

“I tried to understand the partners’ perspective…” The assistant’s voice faded with each word. “They mentioned… Mr. Wall has directed them accordingly. They fear offending him…”

“Noah Wall?” Disbelief etched itself across Susannah’s face as she turned to Alex, her eyes wide with astonishment. “Alex, is there a rift between you two?”

Susannah remembered that Alex and Noah had been close since childhood, almost like brothers.

Alex rose abruptly, his expression darkening. His lips formed a tight line, his jaw set firmly. He walked swiftly toward the door.

“Alex, where are you headed?” Susannah’s voice cracked as she called out to him. Alex didn’t reply. He yanked the door open and vanished into the night.

“Alex! Don’t go!” Susannah’s plea echoed behind him, tinged with desperation.

However, Alex accelerated instead of stopping.

As he exited, the grand gates of Howe Manor closed with a definitive bang, sending a shudder through Susannah’s heart.

Overcome with emotion, she sank into the sofa, her complexion ashen, her gaze empty.

The behavior of Noah was extraordinarily suspect. Something hidden had to be at play.

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She called out to the butler, who quickly appeared. “What do you need, Mrs. Howe?”

“Call Claud Glyn, the private investigator, at once!”

Firm in her resolve to uncover the truth, Susannah waited expectantly. With a brief nod, the butler responded, “Understood, Mrs. Howe.” He departed hastily, wasting no time.

Sadie had no clue about what had transpired.

For days, she had been buried in work, pouring every ounce of energy into the design drafts for the Starlight Gala. She had pushed herself to the brink—so much so that even remembering to breathe felt like a luxury.

Now, after countless sleepless nights, her eyes were bloodshot, and her complexion ghostly pale.

The desk was a battlefield of discarded sketches, crumpled like fallen soldiers. Empty coffee cups were stacked precariously, a sign of her exhaustion.

But at last—it was done.

Her hands trembled slightly as she carefully placed the finalized drafts into a folder. A long breath escaped her lips, heavy with relief. Without wasting another second, she climbed into her newly acquired black SUV and headed toward Stonemont Estate.

It had been a long time since she returned to Helva, and she had finally managed to renew her driver’s license.

At Whitewood Estate, sunlight poured over the lush grounds, the air carrying the faint, sweet scent of blooming flowers.

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