Chapter 394

Chapter 394:

“Mr. Wall, I really didn’t mean to—”

“You’re fired,” Noah said without ceremony.

“What?” The color drained from the manager’s face as he gaped at Noah in disbelief.

Seeing that he made no move to leave, Noah barked, “Get out!”

That snapped the manager back to his senses. All things considered, getting fired was as good as getting a second shot at life. He scrambled out of the building in a panic. The two staff members followed suit and also fled.

Only Noah and Sadie remained in the now quiet lobby.

Noah slowly approached Sadie, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Why are you here?”

His tone was gentle and carried a subtle hint of concern.

Sadie took a deep breath and looked up to meet Noah’s gaze, unsure of what she was feeling at the moment.

“I…” Sadie began, only to realize that she didn’t know what to say.

Noah didn’t rush her, though. He simply stood there and waited for her to find her bearings.

“I came to look for my mother,” Sadie finally said, her voice choked with emotion.

A flicker of surprise appeared in Noah’s eyes. He placed a hand on Sadie’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

“Take your time. Tell me what happened.”

Sadie took another deep breath to calm herself.

Then she recounted the investigation on her mother’s whereabouts that had led her to Slimron and this hotel.

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The more Noah listened, the more serious his expression became.

“This string of beads belonged to my mother,” Sadie said. “According to Mr. Duncan, a wealthy lady sold it to him. He gave me a number, which was registered in Slimron…”

“Come on. You should get some rest upstairs,” Noah said, his voice low but firm.

Sadie hesitated for a fraction of a second before allowing him to guide her. They stepped into the elevator together. As the doors slid shut, sealing them inside, the sounds of the bustling lobby faded into silence.

The small, enclosed space suddenly felt heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.

Sadie kept her gaze down, her fingers anxiously twisting the hem of her coat. The subtle pressure in her chest made her uneasy—whether from exhaustion or from Noah’s presence beside her, she wasn’t sure.

Noah studied her from the corner of his eye before shifting his attention to the changing numbers on the panel.

Then—ding!

The elevator reached the top floor and with a soft hum, the doors slid open.

The moment Noah stepped out, Samuel moved forward, prepared to deliver his report—but the words died on his tongue the instant he noticed Sadie following behind.

His expression stiffened, his usual efficiency faltering as his gaze flickered between them.

He parted his lips, grasping for the right words, but uncertainty clouded his thoughts.

In the end, all he managed were two words. “Mr. Wall…”

Noah nodded slightly, his tone composed, as if nothing was amiss. “Is the room ready?”

Samuel blinked, snapping back into focus. “Ah… Yes. It’s prepared. The presidential suite.”

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