Chapter 730

Chapter 730:

Just then, Samuel quietly returned to her side.

“Ms. Hudson, everything’s arranged. Mr. Castro and Tina have settled comfortably.”

Sadie nodded lightly, reluctantly pulling her eyes from Noah and Averi’s carefree scene back to Samuel.

She lowered her voice, her expression solemn. “I need you to quietly look into Sutton’s disappearance.”

This didn’t bear the hallmarks of Coyle’s methods; Sutton’s sudden absence felt too peculiar. She wasn’t particularly worried for Sutton himself, but Coyle and his family were too scheming. Better safe than sorry.

Samuel immediately caught her drift. “Consider it done, Ms. Hudson.”

He turned swiftly to leave but hesitated after a few steps, remembering another matter.

“Oh, and Mr. Castro mentioned he’s planning a barbecue tonight at the resort’s outdoor area. He asked if you’d care to join him.”

At the word “barbecue,” Averi’s ears perked up instantly. Abandoning the water gun mid-game, he dashed over and wrapped his small arms around Sadie’s arm, peering up eagerly through his water-slicked bangs.

Lɒtєst ϲh𝒶ptєrs ιn g𝓪lnovеℓ𝓈.𝗰𝗼𝗺

“Mommy, barbecue! I want barbecue, please!”

Sadie laughed softly, affectionately tousling his damp hair. Almost instinctively, her gaze wandered to Noah, who had already paused his game, apparently overhearing Averi’s enthusiastic pleas. Though the mask concealed his features, Sadie sensed his curious gaze lingering on her, as if he was awaiting her decision.

Before she could reply, Noah took a step toward her, his rich voice playfully smooth, carrying a subtle, inviting undertone. “Why not? It sounds enjoyable—the more, the merrier.”

Noah, to everyone’s surprise, had no objections to participating in the group activity. Perhaps the memory loss had altered his disposition. Sadie pushed aside her thoughts and simply nodded. Averi instantly lit up. “Yes! Time for barbecue!”

That evening, the resort’s outdoor grilling area glowed under bright lights. The air was filled with the enticing scent of sizzling meat. Sadie sat in her wheelchair, with the ever-energetic Averi by her side. Across from them, Blaine and Tina focused on flipping the skewers over the fire. Isabel, valuing her peace and quiet at this stage in life, had retired to her room early.

Blaine grabbed a skewer of grilled chicken wings, handed it to Averi, and took a long drink from his beer bottle. “Didn’t expect to see everyone here,” he commented, his eyes eventually settling on Noah—more specifically, on the silver mask covering his face.

“Hey, Mr. Noel, it’s not often we get a chance to unwind. Doesn’t that mask get annoying?” Blaine teased. “Why not take it off? We’re all familiar faces.” He smirked, dragging out his words. “Or are you hiding something?”

His remark was direct. Sadie’s chest tightened. She shot Blaine a sharp look, silently signaling him to drop it. “Mr. Noel just prefers to keep a low profile—unlike you, always demanding attention,” she said coolly.

Before Blaine could respond, Tina snatched a freshly grilled beef skewer and shoved it into his mouth. “Just eat! Why do you talk so much?” Blaine, mouth full, mumbled something incoherent but didn’t take offense.

Laughter rippled through the group, restoring the lighthearted atmosphere.

As everyone laughed and enjoyed the rare moment of leisure, Blaine’s phone rang on the table. The name “Coyle” flashed on the screen. Blaine arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. That cunning old fox was certainly impatient. Casually, he picked up the call, pressed the speaker button, and leaned back.

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Message from Noah: Good night dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

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