Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 Getting Even

Noah cast a cold glance at Elbert, his eyes filled with disdain as though he were observing a worm squirming on a hook.

Without uttering a word, Noah merely tilted his head slightly, signaling to Samuel beside him.

Samuel immediately understood, his expression stoic as he approached Elbert. He grabbed Elbert by the collar and hoisted him as though he were lifting a lightweight object.

“Let go of me! Let go of me! You bastards! I’m calling the police! I’ll sue you!” Elbert shouted, struggling desperately and flailing his legs in an attempt to escape Samuel’s grasp.

He had clearly underestimated Samuel.

Samuel, Noah’s long–time trusted aide, had faced numerous challenging situations over the years.

He let out a cold chuckle and then forcefully pushed Elbert to the floor.

“Bang!” A dull thud echoed as Elbert’s body hit the floor, accompanied by a painful wail. “Ah!”

Unyielding, Samuel began to kick Elbert. “This is for your disrespect. This is for not recognizing your place. This is for crossing Mr. Wall.”

Each kick was delivered with a chilling precision, Samuel’s voice icy and laced with menace.

The room resounded with the sounds of Elbert’s cries and Samuel’s relentless admonishment, creating a grim atmosphere.

Aliza, witnessing the sudden violence, was frozen in shock, her eyes wide and hands clasped over her mouth, too terrified

to utter a sound.

Noah then turned his menacing gaze toward Aliza.

Feeling a cold terror wash over her, Aliza instinctively retreated, her only thought to flee this frightening scene.

Noah’s eyes bore a deadly seriousness.

It was no mere threat; his intent to harm was palpable.

Aliza was certain that any sudden movement on her part might prompt Noah to act on his lethal intentions.

“Mr… Mr. Wall…” Aliza stammered, her voice quivering, tears welling up in her eyes. “Please… spare me… I don’t know anything… I haven’t done anything…”

Noah remained silent, his gaze icy and unforgiving. His silence was more daunting than any verbal threat.

Aliza’s mental defenses shattered. She collapsed to her knees, her sobs uncontrollable. “Mr. Wall, I beg you. I really don’t know anything. Please, spare me. I’ll even beg on my knees…”

Her cries were loud and desperate.

Her voice grew hoarse from pleading, yet she dared not stop.

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However, Noah remained impassive.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing at Aliza, then dismissively waved it.

At his gesture, several bodyguards in black swiftly approached, seizing Aliza by the hair and pulling her to her feet.

“Let go of me! Let go of me! Help! Help!” Aliza screamed, struggling futilely against their iron grip.

They dragged her into a small room within the suite.

“No… no…” Aliza’s protests faded as the door closed behind her.

Horrific screams, the heavy breathing of men, and crude language soon followed, painting a disturbing picture of the

events unfolding inside.

Terrance stood by, witnessing the entire scene.

His complexion turned pale, his body trembling.

He had not anticipated Noah’s capacity for such ruthless cruelty.

“Mr… Mr. Wall…” Terrance’s voice shook, tinged with desperation. “Could you… could you perhaps spare the Perry family?”

Noah turned to look at Terrance, his expression still cold, utterly emotionless.

“What do you think, Mr. Howe?” Noah asked lightly, his tone indifferent.

A heavy dread settled in Terrance’s heart.

Noah’s actions today were driven by a desire for revenge, aiming to obliterate the Perry family completely.

And Terrance had also become a target of that revenge.

“Take him away,” Noah commanded calmly.

Immediately, two men in black approached, each taking Terrance by an arm.

“Where are you taking me?” Terrance struggled as he asked.

“You’ll see when you get there,” Noah replied coldly, offering no further explanation.

Terrance was escorted to a secluded rehabilitation center on the outskirts of the city. The setting was peaceful yet heavily

secured.

His room was modestly furnished, clean, and orderly.

Terrance sat on the bed, his expression grim, his emotions a mix of confusion and resignation.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

A familiar figure stood at the threshold.

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“Susannah?” Terrance’s eyes widened in shock.

It was his wife, Susannah, at the door.

She was dressed simply yet elegantly, her hair slightly tousled and her face showing signs of weariness, but she appeared