Chapter 518

Chapter 518:

Nanette shook her head and wiped away her tears. “All that matters is that you’re okay now.”

“Nanette…” Sadie paused, her voice steady but filled with concern. “Have you heard anything about the Howe family? How are they doing?”

Nanette’s expression grew grim. She hesitated for a moment, then chose to tell Sadie the truth.

“The Howe family has allied with the Perry family,” she said in a low voice. “They’ve struck a marriage agreement and are now teaming up against Wall Group.”

“What? Are you sure?”

Sadie bolted upright, a sharp jolt of pain shooting through the back of her head. She quickly brushed it off. None of that mattered now.

“And Noah? How is he—how is he handling this?”

Nanette reached out, steadying her with gentle hands. “Sadie, please, take it easy. You’re still recovering. The doctor insisted you rest.”

“I don’t care—I need to know!” Sadie shrugged off Nanette’s touch, her fists clenched. “Tell me, what happened next?” Her pulse raced, her breath uneven.

The Howe and Perry families—powerhouses in the business world—had formed an alliance.

But that wasn’t why she felt this gnawing unease. Wait. Was she actually… worried about Noah?

Nanette hesitated for only a moment before deciding to lay it all out, seeing the worry etched on Sadie’s face. “Sadie, don’t stress yourself. Mr. Wall is a master tactician. Even with the Howe and Perry families joining forces, his strategy ensured that Wall Group didn’t take a single loss. In the end… it was a stalemate. Neither side gained the upper hand.”

“A stalemate…” Sadie repeated the words under her breath, a flicker of relief easing the tightness in her chest. But something about that didn’t sit right.

Noah Wall—accepting a draw? No. That wasn’t his nature. He didn’t operate on equal terms with anyone.

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He dictated the rules, controlled the board, and played the long game to win. Always.

Her brow furrowed as unease crept back in. “Nanette… are you absolutely sure about that?” She fixed her gaze on Nanette, searching for any trace of uncertainty.

Nanette shifted uncomfortably. “Well… I can’t say for sure. I don’t have direct access to Mr. Wall’s inner dealings…”

Taking a slow breath, Sadie shifted gears. “And the studio… the vandalism. Have the police found any leads?” Her voice was softer now.

Her fingers twisted the bed sheet unconsciously, her knuckles turning white. She barely noticed—too caught up in the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind. Even here, in a hospital bed, she couldn’t shut out the weight of work, the gnawing worry pressing against her chest.

Nanette watched her closely, concern evident in her sigh.

“Sadie, please… don’t stress yourself. This is in capable hands. Mr. Ford—Mr. Wall’s assistant—has been handling it from the start. If the police uncover anything, Mr. Ford will be the first to follow up.”

“Samuel…” Sadie uttered the name, her brows knitting together in thought. Samuel was Noah’s most trusted confidant—sharp, efficient, and unwaveringly loyal.

If he was on top of things, then surely, nothing could spiral out of control… right? Nanette’s voice softened. “Sadie, please. Just focus on getting better. That’s what matters most right now.”

Sadie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze distant. She knew Nanette was only trying to comfort her, but her mind wouldn’t settle. Thoughts of Noah spun endlessly in her head, refusing to be ignored.

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