Chapter 475

Chapter 475:

“I couldn’t agree more.”

The crowd kept lavishing Noah with praise.

He responded with a polite, distant smile, his demeanor cool and detached.

Just then, a familiar figure made her way toward him.

Vivi, in a stunning red gown that highlighted her elegant posture, approached. Her makeup was perfect, enhancing her striking beauty.

“Mr. Wall, what a coincidence to see you here,” she said, her voice softly flirtatious.

A business associate, unaware of the truth, asked, “Mr. Wall, is this your wife?” With a slight frown, Noah cast a glance at Vivi and stated flatly, “No, she is not.” His words quenched the room’s enthusiasm.

The business associate’s smile faltered, and he uttered an apology. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wall. That was presumptuous of me.” He quickly excused himself.

Vivi’s confident demeanor slipped, but she swiftly recovered, teasing, “Mr. Wall, you’re as unromantic as ever.”

Noah remained silent, his gaze fixed on her.

Under his scrutiny, Vivi appeared slightly uncomfortable. She changed the subject. “Do you know, while I was abroad, Sadie and I worked together at Majestic Ego for three years?”

Noah’s expression tightened.

“What’s that look for? Are you intrigued now?” Vivi laughed playfully, noticing his reaction.

“It’s too noisy here. Shall we go upstairs to talk?” she suggested, catching a glint of interest in Noah’s eyes.

Noah’s frown deepened. He was discomforted by being seen through. Yet, he agreed, nodding slightly.

They ascended the staircase, the room’s eyes trailing them, filled with curiosity. In the VIP lounge above, Vivi poured a glass of wine for Noah.

“Mr. Wall, try this. It’s specially prepared for you,” she said, offering Noah the glass with a smile.

Noah took a tentative sip. The wine was bold and spicy, with a lingering richness.

“Back at Majestic Ego, Sadie and I were inseparable,” Vivi reminisced, her voice colored with nostalgia. “We worked, shopped, and dined together—almost like sisters.”

Noah listened without interruption.

“Sadie is exceptionally talented and diligent,” Vivi continued, a hint of envy in her tone. “Her designs were always lauded, and she had this allure that just drew people to her…” Time seemed to stretch on.

“Take your time, Mr. Wall,” Vivi whispered, her voice cutting through the quiet with a flirtatious edge.

Noah seemed tipsy, his frown indicating a struggle to piece his thoughts together.

The alcohol numbed Noah’s senses, leaving his mind scattered. The only thing he could clearly recall was Vivi endlessly chattering about Sadie and Majestic Ego. Yet, deep down, just one name occupied his thoughts—Sadie.

“Mr. Wall, are you okay?” Vivi noticed the way Noah fixated on her in silence, his stare unwavering and intense, sending a chill down her spine. She hesitated before cautiously resting her hand on his arm, testing for a reaction. “Did you… have too much to drink?”

Noah remained unresponsive. His body felt heavier with each passing second, his eyelids drooping. Instinct urged him to move away, but his limbs refused to obey.

“Mr. Wall, you…” Vivi’s hand trailed up to his chest, her fingers toying with his shirt buttons, teasingly. She sensed a faint tremor run through him. A thrill sparked within her—this was her chance!

She inched closer, lips slightly parted, her warm breath brushing against his skin as she whispered, “Mr. Wall…”

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