Chapter 667

Chapter 667:

Noah’s patience waned, and he withdrew his arm sharply, his voice chilling. “Ms. Hudson, you gave up the partnership with the Burgess Group yourself. What is this about now?” With that, he turned and walked away.

Rachael, who had been watching the exchange, gently patted Sadie’s shoulder and sighed. “I met Patrick while hosting an exhibition abroad.” Knowing the story between Sadie and Noah, she assumed Sadie was distraught because she had mistaken someone else for Noah.

“People often say they look alike,” Rachael tried to comfort her. “But Patrick is not Noah. I heard he’s married. Sadie, try not to dwell on the past too much. I need to return to my duties.” With that, Rachael left.

Standing there, Sadie felt a whirl of confusion engulf her.

She tried to remember Patrick’s voice, his manner, how he carried himself—all strikingly similar to her memories of Noah.

If he wasn’t Noah, then who was he?

She couldn’t understand.

She was determined to uncover whether Patrick was indeed Noah. The next thing she knew, Sadie was in the car, her mind a torrent of thoughts.

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Tina, noticing her pale face and trembling lips, spoke cautiously. “Sadie, try not to let this get to you.”

Sadie simply shook her head, signaling that she was alright, though her mind was far from calm.

“Keep looking,” Sadie said softly, her voice quivering slightly. “If we find nothing here, we’ll hire a detective in Zupren.”

“Alright, I’ll handle it immediately.”

Tina nodded and promptly made a phone call.

Sadie rested her head against the car window, her eyes hollow as she watched the city blur by.

Over the past three years, Noah had appeared in her dreams countless times.

In those dreams, he smiled gently and reached out to her.

But each time she awoke, she was met with the stark chill of reality. Could it be that she missed Noah so much that she was seeing things and thought Patrick resembled him?

Closing her eyes, Sadie tried to steady her nerves.

Yet, her heart pounded relentlessly, refusing to be calmed.

Meanwhile, back at his suburban villa, Noah removed his mask.

His features were still handsome, albeit marked by weariness.

Hailey greeted him as he entered.

“Noah, you’re back,” she said softly. “Weren’t you at the jewelry exhibition? Why did you come back so soon? Oh, and I’ve been meaning to ask—what are your thoughts on Coyle and his son?” She posed the question tentatively, her eyes keenly observing his reaction.

Noah scowled, annoyed by the memory of the woman who had clung to him at the exhibition.

“Coyle and his son are going nowhere,” he replied indifferently, his gaze distant. “Sadie has even managed to dominate them for three years.”

Hailey nodded, her expression thoughtful.

“So, should we still choose to work with Sadie?” she asked.

At the mention of Sadie, Noah’s expression darkened further.

Her conduct at the exhibition had taken him by surprise.

She didn’t match the rumors.

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