Chapter 89

Chapter 89:

A sharp, sudden fear coiled around his heart, squeezing it mercilessly. With a swift turn, Noah made his way toward the elevator, his steps firm and unwavering.

“Samuel, locate Sadie immediately! I expect an update in ten minutes,” Noah instructed, his voice cold and firm, leaving no room for opposition. Samuel, sensing the urgency in Noah’s tone, wasted no time in getting to work.

Shortly after, Noah’s phone buzzed with a new message containing the guesthouse’s address. Without hesitation, he set off toward the location.

Fresh from the shower, Sadie stood with a towel wrapped around her, droplets of water glistening on her shoulders. Suddenly, loud knocks echoed through the room, startling her and causing her heart to skip a beat.

She wondered who could be visiting her so late. Fear crept over her. For a moment, she considered calling out to ask who it was, but hesitated, not wanting to reveal she was alone. Instead, she opened an app on her phone to disguise her voice as a man’s.

“Who’s there?”

At the door, Noah paused, his hand frozen in mid-air. The unexpected voice shook him, even though he had prepared himself for any scenario. A surge of anger obliterated his composure.

“Sadie, let me in!” he growled, his voice icy with fury.

Inside, Sadie’s annoyance grew as she recognized Noah’s voice.

“Why are you here?” she retorted sharply, her annoyance clear.

Noah responded by banging on the door even harder.

“Open it!”

His knocks grew louder and more determined. As the situation escalated, Sadie’s grip on her phone tightened.

“We’re about to get a divorce. Stop bothering me,” she said, trying to sound composed.

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“Focus on getting the divorce papers ready instead.”

In Noah’s mind, Sadie’s words hinted at a deeper motive.

Noah suspected that Sadie’s urgency to cut ties with him was due to the presence of another man, whom he presumed was in her room. He suspected that man was Alex, the one Sadie had left the upscale restaurant with.

His face reddened with rage, his teeth gritted. “You’re not opening, huh?” he spat.

Suddenly, with a powerful kick, Noah forced the door open. Splinters flew as the door hung precariously on its hinges.

“Stop! I’m calling the police!” Sadie screamed, gripping her bath towel tightly, fear evident in her eyes.

The sight of Sadie in a bath towel only fueled Noah’s fury further. His expression hardened, his features set cold and forbidding. He was now convinced more than ever that Sadie was having an affair with Alex.

Feeling utterly betrayed and furious, Noah ignored Sadie’s protests and barged into the room, scanning it intensely.

“Where is Alex?” he growled, his voice thick with menace.

He swept aside the curtains in his frantic search. Sadie’s disbelief grew. She tightened her grip on her bath towel and met his gaze fiercely.

“How would I know where he is? Are you out of your mind?” she snapped, her voice filled with frustration.

Noah scoffed, his scorn evident.

He stepped closer, his grip tightening on her wrist alarmingly. His gaze was so intense it felt suffocating.

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