Chapter 34

Chapter 34:

A wave of irritation crashed over her as she pressed her lips together and murmured, “Noah, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”

Noah ignored Kyla’s apology and shifted his focus to Sadie, who looked half-conscious and pale in his arms. His eyes darkened with concern as he gently guided her toward the private room.

Kyla watched Noah’s figure, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing pain without her noticing.

Kyla was determined to win against Sadie no matter what it took.

Inside the private room, an opulent yet eerie atmosphere enveloped the space. The crystal chandelier cast a ghostly glow over the polished mahogany table, intensifying the room’s unsettling aura.

“People rave about Miss Hudson’s brilliance at the Wall Group, but today, I see she’s nothing special.”

Platt, his ample stomach brushing against the edge of the table, spoke with palpable disdain and a mocking tone.

Marvin Valdez, who was perched next to him, eagerly joined in, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I heard she’s closed million-dollar deals on her own—showing the world she’s just as ruthless and sharp as any man in the game! For all her reputation, she can’t even hold her liquor! Ha! Women belong at home raising kids, not sticking their noses where they don’t belong in the business world. She wants to play with the big leagues, yet one drink has her tapping out? Pathetic!”

Mack, who had been quietly simmering with irritation, couldn’t hold back any longer. His voice cracked with emotion as he interjected, “Mr. Crawford, please watch your words!”

Platt, unfazed, gave Mack a condescending look and waved him off dismissively. “Oh, come on, Mack. I get it, a man’s instinct to defend a woman he admires, but don’t let that blind you to reality. Spoil a woman too much, and she’ll crumble the moment reality hits.”

He leaned closer, and his voice dropped to a sly whisper, heavy with insinuation. “And let’s not forget, some women are masters of manipulation—maintaining an innocent facade while cunningly advancing their own agendas behind the scenes.”

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Laughter rippled through the group, yet Mack’s expression didn’t waver.

“Mr. Crawford is absolutely right. These days, a pretty face isn’t just a blessing; it’s a stepping stone. Makes you wonder what underhanded tricks they resort to for climbing the ladder so swiftly.”

“Couldn’t agree more! Some women pretend to be saints in the daylight, but once the doors shut, they know exactly how to seduce their prey!”

As their laughter grew louder and more obnoxious, a piercing, cold voice sliced through the cacophony.

“Let me get this straight—according to you, Mr. Crawford, the women at Wall Group are just eye candy?”

Platt’s smirk froze on his face as he swiveled toward the door. Standing there was Noah, his figure outlined by the sleek, tailored lines of a dark suit that accentuated his commanding presence. His features were sharp, his expression icy as he surveyed the room with a gaze so frigid it seemed to lower the temperature.

The sheer force of his arrival sent a palpable chill across the gathering.

What left them truly speechless was the fact that he was standing there, holding Sadie—the same woman they had just belittled. With her cheeks burning red, Sadie leaned hazily against his chest, their proximity exuding an undeniable intimacy.

Murmurs filled the room, the previous arrogance turning into whispers of confusion.

Wasn’t Kyla the one everyone claimed to be Noah’s girlfriend?

Why the hell was he suddenly playing hero for a damn secretary?

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