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.

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the stench of alcohol and rust

slumped in a chair, hands bound. Drunk and

didn’t hesitate. He

Crack!

sound was

fogged with alcohol and confusion. Shapes swam in his vision until one figure came into sharp

over him, no mask, no disguise.

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

Noah was supposed to be

Then who—what—was this?

from his face. A cold sweat slicked his skin as reality began

beside him. His voice was ice wrapped in velvet. “Since Mr. Wall

“Understood, Mr. Noel.”

hit Sutton like a hammer.

Patrick was Noah?

No, that couldn’t