Chapter 486

Chapter 486:

Vivi’s expression softened just a touch. “Kyla, let me say this again—last night was an accident.” Her voice carried an almost gentle persuasion. “I didn’t seduce Noah, nor do I have any intention of replacing you. I was just trying to help you. That’s all.”

Kyla scoffed, unconvinced. “Help me? You expect me to believe that?”

“Of course!” Vivi chuckled, the sound light, almost playful. “Kyla, we’re partners, aren’t we?” Her voice took on a silky smoothness, dripping with persuasion. “Naturally, I want to help you. After all, we both want the same thing, don’t we?”

Kyla said nothing, but she didn’t have to.

Because she knew Vivi was right.

Their goal was the same.

Sadie was the obstacle standing in their way. And once she was out of the picture, Kyla could finally take her rightful place as Mrs. Wall.

“No need to worry, Kyla,” Vivi’s tone turned almost soothing, like a lullaby whispered to a restless child. “I keep my promises. I’ll help you win Noah’s heart and make sure you become the real Mrs. Wall.”

“You mean it?” A flicker of something dangerous flashed in Kyla’s eyes. Hope.

Vivi chuckled. “Of course.”

Then, after a calculated pause, she added, “But you have to trust me. Stop acting impulsively and let me handle things. If you stir up trouble, Kyla, even I won’t be able to help you.”

Kyla hesitated for only a moment before exhaling sharply. “I get it. Fine. From now on, I’ll listen to you—I won’t mess things up.”

“Good. That’s better.” A satisfied smile curled Vivi’s lips. “Alright, take a deep breath and wait for my call.”

With that, Vivi ended the conversation. She tossed her phone onto the bed, exhaling slowly, as if releasing the weight of the interaction. She had managed to pacify Kyla for now, but unease still coiled deep within her chest, refusing to fade.

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Meanwhile, at the Myrtlewood Estate, Noah’s eyes fluttered open. The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting fractured beams across the room. He winced, shutting his eyes briefly before squinting against the brightness. Instinctively, he reached out to the side. Cold sheets. Sadie wasn’t there.

Pushing himself upright, he scanned the room, his sharp eyes sweeping across the empty space. He was alone.

Then, like a tide breaking against the shore, the memories of last night came rushing back. Disjointed. Blurred. Yet oddly vivid. He remembered the drinking. The wine. Something had been off about it. Then, Sadie. The way she had looked at him—concern etched in her delicate features.

The light touch of her fingers against his skin. The way his body had grown heavier, his senses slipping away into darkness. And then—the bathtub. The last thing he remembered before the world went black.

Noah’s brows furrowed tightly. He was not just drunk the night before. Knowing his alcohol tolerance better than anyone, Noah was certain he wouldn’t have passed out from a single drink, much less ended up unconscious in a bathtub. The only plausible explanation was that someone had tampered with his drink.

But who?

Vivi?

The image of Vivi’s delicate face, masking her deceit, flashed through his mind. The previous evening’s banquet, her contrived actions, and that insinuating farewell—it all seemed too orchestrated. He remembered Sadie, and how she seemed to be close with Vivi. A complex mix of emotions clouded Noah’s gaze. If Vivi was indeed responsible, what was her aim? Was it merely to create a scandal and hurt Sadie?

“Someone, come here!” Noah’s voice was low and commanding, resonating with authority.

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