No longer a pushover

Chapter 135

Noelle's expression was cold. "No."

She didn't want to look back, nor did she want to return to the team and relive that life again.

Lucas stood frozen, pale, and speechless, as if all his strength had drained away. Frank was right. Lucas had the chance to make things right, yet he hadn't taken it.

Noelle walked back into the residential area but didn't go straight upstairs. Instead, she took a stroll.

She thought about the grievances she had suffered in her past life within the team. This time, she had finally settled the score. There was no way she was going to participate in the finals.

In her past life, Lucas had replaced her with Xenia, giving up her chance at winning the championship. This time, she would make sure Lucas lost his chance at victory.

Noelle looked up at the sky, silently swearing to herself she would never make the same mistakes again.

"Hey, beautiful, feeling down all by yourself?" Out of nowhere, a middle-aged man appeared, eyeing Noelle with a predatory gaze. "How about a drink at my place?" "No, thanks," Noelle refused sharply, her expression wary as she moved toward a more crowded area.

"Don't go, sweetheart. I know where you live," the man smirked. "You're the little mistress of those two men, aren't you? Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it." Noelle quickened her pace, the sound of the man's panting footsteps close behind. Fear pricked her spine. She hadn't expected to run into such a creep on her walk. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand, making her shriek in fright and close her eyes tightly.

"Noelle!" Cedric pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "What happened?"

her eyes and saw it was him. Instinctively, she glanced toward the garden path. It was pitch black, and the man was nowhere to be seen.

is he?" Cedric

but he seems to have backed off," she replied, assuming the man had

sighed, "I told

shaken, Noelle muttered, "Who knew

then that she realized she was still in Cedric's arms.

asked, "Do you

let's do that."

an elderly

has a blind spot in the surveillance cameras. Someone reported a similar

avoid walking alone in

not having expected to run into something

cold anger flashed in Cedric's eyes, but he quickly masked it. "Let's head

want to stay

couldn't e shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Back in the apartment, she sat on the couch, her

have some warm

up to see a pair of long, slender hands offering her

pale she

spoke gently. "I'll look into that creep. If someone moves, they leave a trace. There's no