Chapter 839:

A hand shot out from behind her—strong, deliberate—and seized Nathan’s wrist mid-motion. In one swift movement, it twisted sharply.

Crack.

“Ah!”

Nathan sucked in a breath, the charm draining from his face in an instant. His smile vanished, replaced by a grimace of pain.

Sadie turned, startled.

Noah?

He stood there like a shadow forged from steel—imposing, still. A cold, metallic mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible—dark, unreadable, and chillingly calm.

he doing

gaze locked onto Nathan’s,

to

sure you can see clearly,” he said flatly, his voice like winter steel. “And make sure

of sweat

sharp chill creeping into his

years—of the elusive Patrick from Burgess

man who never revealed his face, always concealed behind a

Ruthless. Calculated. Unshakable.

was a man who matched every

aura Noah exuded was undeniable—too controlled, too

sweat beginning to bead at his

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it’s a misunderstanding,” he said lightly. “Just a harmless joke with Ms.

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