NovelEnglishChapter 696: All his reactions since then felt strangely familiar to Samuel.
A troubling thought flashed through his mind.
Why did Mr. Noel's voice so closely resemble Mr. Wall's? Samuel's pulse quickened.
He pushed the thought aside.
With a composed gesture, he signaled the bodyguards.
"Let's step back for now. No one approaches this area without my say." The bodyguards nodded in unison. “Yes, sir." Silently, Samuel led them away.
Meanwhile, Hailey had returned alone to the suburban villa.
The villa was ablaze with lights yet felt unsettlingly vacant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe pulled out her phone.
Still no answer from Noah.
Hailey's brow furrowed, a surge of worry washing over her.
Nore chatpers Vlnov.con What was happening? Why wasn't he answering? Could he possibly be with Sadie? The thought struck Hailey forcefully.
No, that couldn't be right! Noah loathed that woman.
Perhaps he was simply too busy to notice his phone.
That had to be the explanation.
Despite her attempts to reassure herself, a nagging unease persisted. She set down her phone and began pacing the living room, lost in thought.
As morning arrived, sunlight crept through the blinds, gently illuminating Sadie's face.
She blinked open her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling above her. Her body felt as though it had been disassembled and pieced back together.
Sadie frowned, slowly propping herself up into a sitting position.
The air still held a faint, lingering fragrance.
Memories of the previous night-familiar yet elusive sensations-gradually filled her mind.
Suddenly, Sadie froze.
She recalled being drugged, her consciousness becoming foggy, then everything turning fragmented.
She remembered seeing Noah.
Yes, Noah! Her heart raced as she hastily threw off the covers.
The white sheets bore vivid, unmistakable traces of last night's fervor. Instinctively, Sadie scanned the room for Noah.
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She checked the bed, the bathroom, the walk-in closeto sign of anyone. Her heart sank.
As she walked to the bedside, her eyes inadvertently swept across the floor. A silver mask lay there.
It was identical to the one Patrick always wore.
Could it be... the man last night wasn't Noah, but Patrick? Yet, that blurred face-she couldn't have been mistaken.
Sadie clutched the mask tightly, her heart heavy with confusion and dread.
Just then, a knock at the door broke her contemplation.
"Ms. Hudson, are you awake?" Samuel's voice cthrough. She e t took a moment to steady her nerves.
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