Chapter 693

Chapter 693:

“However—” he quickly followed up before his men could erupt in cheers. He looked at each of them one by one. “Not a damn word of this leaves this apartment. If I catch anyone running his mouth, I’ll make sure he regrets it for the rest of his life.”

His subordinates shuddered and swore silence on the matter. With that out of the way, the leader smacked his lips and stepped toward the door.

“After you, boss!” a thug exclaimed, clearly trying to curry favor. The leader turned to flash the men a wide grin, then bodily pushed the door open.

A faint trace of incense lingered in the air inside the room.

Even in the dim light, they could see Sadie clearly as she lay on the bed, her delicate face tinged with a soft flush. She looked more alluring than ever, more desirable.

The thug leader immediately felt a rush of heat course through his body, and his breathing grew labored.

What a stunning beauty, indeed! Sutton must have been out of his mind to give her away without a second thought.

The leader ran his tongue over his lower lip. He couldn’t wait to indulge himself.

But something was missing—the mood wasn’t quite right.

𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺

He thought about it for a moment, then his eyes flashed when an idea came to him.

He whipped around to his men and ordered, “Bring me my aphrodisiac incense. We’re going to make this a very memorable night.”

They all understood his intentions, and their faces broke out in similar, wicked grins.

It didn’t take long for one of them to bring a tray of incense.

The thug leader lit one stick, and an odd scent instantly filled the room.

This particular incense was known to heighten sexual desire and intensify the overall experience in the bedroom.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the heat surge within him.

He let out a wicked laugh and strode toward the bed.

“Well, well, well. It’s time to give our little beauty some special attention,” the thug leader murmured, his hand already reaching out to Sadie.

Just then, a soft chime echoed through the hallway as the elevator doors opened.

The thugs loitering nearby instinctively turned, assuming Sutton had returned. However, when their eyes landed on the occupants inside, their bodies stiffened.

Inside the elevator stood a group of men, with a towering figure leading them.

Even with most of his face hidden behind a silver mask, his presence exuded an intimidating authority that demanded immediate attention.

His sharp gaze alone sent a cold shiver through their bones.

It was Patrick, CEO of Burgess Group.

Behind him stood Samuel and a squad of grim-faced guards clad in dark attire.

A suffocating tension filled the hallway, draining the color from the thugs’ faces.

None of them had anticipated Patrick’s appearance here—and from the aura he carried, it was clear he wasn’t here for idle talk.

A crushing dread weighed heavily on their chests.

“Deal with them,” Noah commanded, his tone steely and absolute, leaving no room for hesitation.

Samuel’s spine straightened as he snapped, “Understood!”

Without missing a beat, the guards surged forward, surrounding the thugs in a swift and coordinated strike.

In a panic, the thugs collapsed to their knees, frantically begging, “Mr. Noel, please! We were only obeying orders! Spare us!”

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