Chapter 507

Chapter 507:

A tall, imposing figure appeared in the doorway, outlined against the backlight. He wore a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of his collarbone and muscular chest.

His expression was steely and detached.

“Mr. Wall?” Samuel was taken aback by Noah’s unexpected arrival.

He had not anticipated Noah would come himself.

“Mr. Wall, what are you doing here?” Samuel approached quickly, his tone deferential.

“Have they spoken yet?”

Noah disregarded Samuel’s question, his gaze fixed on the subdued thugs.

“Well…”

Samuel appeared embarrassed and uneasy.

He averted his eyes, unable to meet Noah’s stern look.

“Not yet…”

“Useless!” Noah’s rebuke was sharp and unforgiving.

Samuel’s complexion went from pale to flushed. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, yet he held back any response.

Aware of Noah’s irritable mood, he knew better than to further provoke him.

Noah then turned away from Samuel and approached Scarface directly. The bodyguards, grasping the situation, hoisted Scarface to his feet, holding him tightly.

Scarface, gripped by fear and despair, looked up at Noah, his eyes filled with dread.

He realized he was doomed.

Noah’s overwhelming presence pressed down on him, making it difficult to breathe. It felt as though Noah’s piercing gaze could reduce him to ashes.

“It’s… It’s…” Scarface stammered, his lips quivering.

Noah watched him silently, his gaze devoid of emotion.

“Please… have mercy… I’ll talk… someone paid us…” Crushed by the weight of Noah’s stare, Scarface spoke, his words a desperate, incoherent plea.

Observing this, Samuel picked up a nearby baseball bat and handed it to Noah. He examined the bat, then slowly pressed it against Scarface’s neck, the cold metal making him shiver with fear.

“I’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything…” Overwhelmed, Scarface confessed all he knew. “It was Susannah Howe… She sent us…”

“Susannah Howe?” Noah’s expression darkened slightly. He was puzzled.

“She’s Alex Howe’s mother,” Scarface hurriedly explained, worried about any misunderstanding. “It was her… She paid us a lot… told us to vandalize Sadie’s studio… and also to…”

“To do what?” Noah’s tone dropped, chilling the air.

“To… disfigure Sadie… she said… even to kill her…” Scarface’s voice trembled in terror as he spoke.

Bang!

With a swift motion, Noah swung the bat, striking Scarface’s head.

“Ah!” Scarface screamed sharply before collapsing, his condition unclear.

Noah looked on impassively.

He coldly surveyed Scarface on the ground, as if he were mere debris.

“Sever the hand that harmed Sadie, and his legs too,” Noah said emotionlessly. He tossed the bat back to Samuel; the clatter of metal resounded through the stark factory.

“Take the others to the police. Make sure none escapes,” Noah added firmly.

.

.

.