Chapter 559

Chapter 559:

“Mr. Wall, I beg you. I really don’t know anything. Please, spare me. I’ll even beg on my knees…”

Her cries were loud and desperate. Her voice grew hoarse from pleading, yet she dared not stop.

However, Noah remained impassive.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing at Aliza, then dismissively waved it.

At his gesture, several bodyguards in black swiftly approached, seizing Aliza by the hair and pulling her to her feet.

“Let go of me! Let go of me! Help! Help!” Aliza screamed, struggling futilely against their iron grip.

They dragged her into a small room within the suite.

“No…” Aliza’s protests faded as the door closed behind her. Horrific screams, the heavy breathing of men, and crude language soon followed, painting a disturbing picture of the events unfolding inside.

Terrance stood by, witnessing the entire scene.

His complexion turned pale, his body trembling.

He had not anticipated Noah’s capacity for such ruthless cruelty.

“Mr. Wall…” Terrance’s voice shook, tinged with desperation. “Could you… could you perhaps spare the Perry family?”

Noah turned to look at Terrance, his expression still cold, utterly emotionless.

“What do you think, Mr. Howe?” Noah asked lightly, his tone indifferent.

A heavy dread settled in Terrance’s heart.

Noah’s actions today were driven by a desire for revenge, aiming to obliterate the Perry family completely.

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And Terrance had also become a target of that revenge.

“Take him away,” Noah commanded calmly.

Immediately, two men in black approached, each taking Terrance by an arm.

“Where are you taking me?” Terrance struggled as he asked.

“You’ll see when you get there,” Noah replied coldly, offering no further explanation.

Terrance was escorted to a secluded rehabilitation center on the outskirts of the city. The setting was peaceful yet heavily secured.

His room was modestly furnished, clean, and orderly.

Terrance sat on the bed, his expression grim, his emotions a mix of confusion and resignation. Suddenly, the door swung open.

A familiar figure stood at the threshold.

“Susannah?” Terrance’s eyes widened in shock.

It was his wife, Susannah, at the door.

She was dressed simply yet elegantly, her hair slightly tousled, and her face showing signs of weariness, but she appeared fine.

“Terrance…” Susannah’s tears began to flow.

She hurried to the bedside, threw her arms around Terrance, and wept uncontrollably.

“Susannah, how did you get here? What’s happening?” Terrance embraced her, his mind racing with questions and unease.

“I don’t know,” Susannah cried. “Someone brought me here, and I’ve been here ever since…”

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