Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 698:

That bastard actually dared to harm her.

A beat of hesitation crackled over the line. “Ms. Hudson… those men were already taken by Mr. Noel’s people last night. And Sutton… well, he’s vanished.”

Sadie’s lips parted slightly in shock.

She slowly set the phone down, her fingers tightening around the sleek mask in her hand. She turned it over and over, unable to still the storm churning inside her.

In an abandoned factory in the suburbs, the thugs from the night before hung by their wrists, suspended like grotesque marionettes, their cries echoing through the rusting beams.

Just outside, a matte-black Maybach idled. From within, Noah watched—silent, detached, cold.

A man in black approached the car, his steps crisp and precise.

“Mr. Noel,” he said, bowing slightly. “Sutton’s inside.”

Noah stepped out, his movements deliberate. He took the wooden bat handed to him—no words exchanged.

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆

was dark and wet, the stench of alcohol and rust in the

a chair, hands bound. Drunk

hesitate. He lifted the

Crack!

was brutal,

eyes fluttering open, fogged with alcohol and confusion. Shapes swam in his vision until one figure

over him, no mask, no disguise. Just

throat. He didn’t even scream. He couldn’t. Terror strangled the sound before it could

Noah was supposed to be

Then who—what—was this?

A cold sweat slicked his

shifted toward the bodyguard silently waiting beside him. His voice was ice wrapped in velvet. “Since Mr. Wall enjoys women

“Understood, Mr. Noel.”

Sutton like a hammer.

Patrick was Noah?

that