Chapter 662

Chapter 662:

Before anyone could react, Noah broke away from Hailey and turned on his heel. The next thing they knew, he was back inside the car.

Hailey hurried after him, while the director stood frozen in place.

Standing beside him, Tina was just as struck as she stared blankly at the car Patrick had disappeared into.

Why did his voice sound so much like Noah’s?

No, she must be mistaken. It was impossible.

Noah was still in the hospital.

None of them noticed a low-level staff member retreating to an inconspicuous corner of the lobby. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Wall, Mr. Noel and Ms. Burgess have left the company. They are very displeased with Ms. Hudson’s absence, and it looks like the collaboration has completely fallen through.”

In the logistics department manager’s office, Sutton’s lips slowly curled into a devious smile.

He wasn’t expecting Sadie to sabotage the collaboration herself. He didn’t even have to lift a finger.

Even though she was Absolon’s granddaughter, there was no way she wouldn’t face backlash after losing such a lucrative business partnership.

Sutton was instantly in high spirits.

“Excellent. Be sure to spread this information around the company. I want everyone in the Wall Group to know. Let’s see how she handles this.”

“Understood, Mr. Wall.”

The staff member hung up and went on to do exactly as he was instructed.

𝔤𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓼.𝓬𝓸𝓶 – more stories here

At a suburban villa, Noah headed straight to his study after he got home. He approached the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette, the glow near his fingertips illuminating the room. The taste of nicotine filled his lungs, soothing the unrest in his heart. He picked up the phone and dialed.

“Find out where Sadie went.”

Within ten minutes, he had an answer.

“Mr. Noel, Ms. Hudson went to Zupren.”

Zupren? Noah paused, surprised.

Why would she suddenly go to Zupren?

“Find out what she’s up to there and report back to me.” After hanging up, Noah furrowed his brow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing grip on something.

Someone knocked on the study door.

“Come in,” he said indifferently.

Hailey entered with a glass of red wine, smiling warmly.

“Noah, the day must have exhausted you. Relax a little.”

Noah accepted the wine but set it down on the table next to him. “Hailey, is there something you need?” he asked, his voice still distant but polite.

“Noah, even though we married abroad, I’ve heard the wedding customs here are quite different. What if we had another ceremony?” Hailey’s eyes shone with hope as she looked up at him.

Noah’s mind was elsewhere.

“Okay,” he responded, distracted.

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