Chapter 487

Chapter 487:

“Good morning, Mr. Wall. What do you need?” Breck entered swiftly, standing attentively by the bed.

Noah, buttoning his shirt, asked icily, “Who brought me home last night?”

“It was… Miss Quinn,” Breck hesitated before responding honestly.

Noah paused, his expression growing colder. “Did she say anything?”

“Miss Quinn mentioned you had consumed too much alcohol and instructed me to take good care of you,” Breck replied, eyes downcast, avoiding Noah’s gaze.

“Consumed too much alcohol?” Noah scoffed, his voice laden with sarcasm. “Send a warning to the Quinn family. Let them know not to underestimate us.”

“Yes, Mr. Wall.” Breck nodded and promptly exited.

Noah finished dressing and approached the window. The sunlight was bright outside, yet his eyes were shadowed with dark thoughts.

A few days later.

Sadie sat at her desk, staring blankly at the design draft on her computer screen, unable to concentrate. She had been keeping her distance from Noah, whether intentionally or subconsciously. Facing him felt daunting. The events of that night haunted her, a constant, painful reminder.

Meanwhile, in the Wall Group’s CEO office.

“Come in, please,” Noah’s voice was weary as he looked up.

Samuel entered, holding a file.

“Mr. Wall, I’ve brought the information you requested,” Samuel said, handing over the file.

Noah accepted it, flipping through the pages, his brow furrowing as he read. “It’s the project between Wall Group and Howe Group. Is there an issue?” Noah asked, his voice calm, revealing no emotion.

“Yes, Mr. Wall,” Samuel nodded. “A batch of goods from the Howe Group was found substandard and has been detained by customs.”

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“Really?” Noah raised an eyebrow. “What does the Howe Group have to say about such a significant issue?”

“They claim someone set them up,” Samuel replied, his voice hesitant.

“How could anyone set them up like this?” Noah scoffed coldly. He placed the file down and looked up at Samuel. “You’re quite familiar with the Howe family, aren’t you?”

Samuel tensed slightly, quickly explaining, “Mr. Wall, since the Howe family is our partner, perhaps it’s wiser to resolve this quietly rather than escalate to court.”

“Resolve it quietly?” Noah’s tone became even colder. “Samuel, have you forgotten the rules of Wall Group?”

“Mr. Wall, I…” Samuel began, but Noah interrupted him. His voice was firm, leaving no room for debate. “This issue will be handed over to the legal department. Follow the standard procedures.”

“Understood, Mr. Wall,” Samuel lowered his head, not daring to add more.

Sadie didn’t return home until after eight in the evening.

She walked into the living room, finding it deserted.

“Where’s Averi?” she asked Breck.

“Averi… Mr. Wall took him out,” Breck replied, his voice quivering.

“Took him out?” Sadie’s heart sank. “Did he say when he’d bring Averi back?”

“No, he didn’t,” Breck replied, shaking his head.

Blood drained from Sadie’s face. She reached for her phone to call Noah, but there was no response.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through her mounting anxiety. She leaped from the sofa and rushed to the door.

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