Chapter 862

Chapter 862:

And those fickle elders who once pledged loyalty to Jarrett? They would shift their allegiance without hesitation.

The inheritance Jarrett thought secure might suddenly hang in the balance.

Panic sparked in Daren’s chest. Was it time to reconsider his loyalty? Could he truly bet his future on a man bound to a wheelchair?

Swallowing his fury, Jarrett slowly turned to the unmoving figure beside him.

“Mr. Noel… what’s your take?”

Noah’s hand curled slightly on his thigh, though his demeanor didn’t waver.

He gave a ghost of a smile—empty, sharp as frost.

“Your brother is certainly daring,” he said, his voice calm and unwavering.

“But remember, Sadie still bears the name of Noah Wall’s spouse. From what I gather, the elders in your family aren’t likely to endorse this union. And Sadie has a cousin-in-law—Briley Wall. Don’t underestimate her. So don’t lose sleep just yet, Mr. Higgins.”

Jarrett listened, the gears in his mind already turning. The Wall lineage had always been tangled—a web of politics and private wars.

Yet, wasn’t Noah supposed to be dead? What sway could a ghost possibly hold in the affairs of the living?

Without another word, Noah stood. The force of his presence was suffocating, the air itself seeming to bend around him. No one dared meet his eyes.

“I have matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”

With that, he exited, each step deliberate, unhurried.

Jarrett exhaled shakily, shaken by the sheer dominance Noah carried. His brows knit together in deep thought.

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈𝗺 – 𝗧𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝒇𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝖙𝓱𝑒 𝑏𝓮𝑠𝑡

Why had Patrick come here to say all that? Was it a gesture of goodwill? Or perhaps… something else?

A realization crept into his mind—what if Patrick harbored feelings for Sadie?

His tone when discussing her… it hadn’t been neutral. There had been something beneath it—unspoken, but unmistakable. It now seemed entirely possible.

Still, Nathan remained the immediate threat.

Jarrett shook off the thought, his eyes darkening with renewed intensity. He turned sharply to Daren, who still hadn’t recovered.

“Assign someone to track Nathan’s movements. And arrange a private meeting with Ms. Hudson.”

Daren blinked, startled. “You want to meet her… personally?”

Jarrett’s glare was sharp enough to cut through steel. “What do you think I mean?”

Daren’s chest tightened. He lowered his head quickly in submission.

Jarrett’s voice turned cold and clipped.

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