Chapter 851

Chapter 851:

Without a word, he stepped forward, grabbed Nathan by the arm with a grip like iron, and in the next second, hoisted him effortlessly off the floor.

Nathan yelped, stunned, as he was dragged unceremoniously toward the door.

“Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy!” Nathan stumbled over his own feet, yelling in outrage. “Let me go! I can walk, alright? I’m a Higgins, not a criminal! This is kidnapping!”

Jack didn’t even blink. He hauled Nathan straight out the door and slammed it shut behind them.

Noah sank onto the sofa, pressing his fingers to his temples.

Jarrett, Nathan’s elder brother, was cunning, cold-blooded, and ruthless when necessary. He hadn’t secured his position through luck.

For Sadie to choose Nathan in the middle of all this?

It was reckless. Risky. Like standing too close to a burning house just to stay warm.

Whatever she was planning next, it wasn’t going to be simple.

Not long after, Jack returned, standing silently nearby.

“What’s next, boss?” he asked.

Noah thought for a moment, his eyes distant and unreadable.

“Schedule a meeting with Jarrett for tomorrow,” he commanded.

Since Sadie had sided with Nathan, Noah decided to see Jarrett first. Gaining insight into their adversary was essential for navigating the storm ahead.

“Understood, sir,” Jack replied, already turning to carry out the task.

But Noah stopped him. “Hold on,” he added, his tone softening. “Tell the kitchen to whip up something for a hangover—send it to Ms. Hudson’s suite. Don’t say who sent it.”

Though taken aback, Jack lowered his head obediently. “Of course.”

He couldn’t help but privately marvel at Noah’s actions.

Despite his claim of keeping his distance, Noah’s gestures betrayed a lingering tenderness toward Sadie. His subtle and somewhat clumsy concern painted a picture of quiet sorrow.

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After leaving the banquet at the Splendor Hotel, Daren made his way hastily to the Higgins family’s home.

The earlier scene in the private lounge replayed in his mind, making him wince. What troubled him even more was how informed Jarrett had been.

With trepidation twisting in his gut, Daren stepped into the living room and immediately saw the man in the wheelchair.

Jarrett, facing the darkness beyond the glass, radiated a chilling presence that discouraged any approach.

Wiping his brow, Daren edged forward with caution.

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