Chapter 539 You’re Throwing Me In A Cell
Nathan had just arrived at the end of the hallway, his finger hovering over the lift control, when the overhead light dimmed unexpectedly.
Without warning, a coarse, foul–smelling sack descended on him, catching him unprepared and engulfing his head. Darkness enveloped him instantly.
Before he could react, a firm grip muffled his mouth, and he was forcefully hauled in a specific direction.
He thrashed wildly. “Let go of me!”
He was a member of the esteemed Higgins family! Who dared assault him within Beversea–their stronghold?
As Nathan resisted, he sensed being dragged into an enclosed space. The icy atmosphere seemed to close in around him.
The sack was ripped off without warning. A harsh brightness assaulted his vision, forcing him to squint.
As his sight adjusted, his pupils constricted in shock at the figure before him.
It was Patrick–the man with the metal mask!
He stood directly ahead, radiating a chilling aura that made Nathan’s blood run cold.
His piercing gaze pinned Nathan in place, rendering him momentarily frozen.
Nathan gulped and forced a strained smirk.
“Mr. Noel, what’s all this for? Some sort of prank?”
Wasn’t Patrick supposed to have departed already? Why was he here, confronting him?
Noah’s expression remained unreadable. He glanced at Jack, his aide, who gave a slight nod before quietly exiting, shutting the door behind him.
Only Noah and Nathan remained.
Noah finally spoke–his voice dull, devoid of inflection.
“Mr. Higgins, apparently, my earlier message at the banquet didn’t register.”
Nathan’s chest tightened at those words.
Realization dawned. He immediately explained, “Mr. Noel! This is all a misunderstanding–a huge misunderstanding! I merely noticed Ms. Hudson returning alone and felt the need to ensure her safety. That’s all, I promise! Nothing inappropriate happened!”
His face was the picture of earnestness—like a man ready to spill his soul to clear his name.
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Though known for his flirtatious ways, Nathan prized survival. In moments of peril, he knew better than to provoke someone like Patrick.
This was not a man to toy with–his actions were often unpredictable, and his protection of Sadie was fierce.
Noah’s stare remained flat. He was clearly unconvinced. He wasn’t buying the performance.
Nathan had lingered far too long in Sadie’s suite for it to be a simple check–in.
“I see.” Noah’s tone was flat, devoid of emotion. “Then tell me what exactly was the conversation between you and Ms.
Hudson? Every detail.”
Nathan’s grin twitched. He glanced nervously at his interrogator.
Noah gave nothing away–his demeanor unreadable.
His discussion with Sadie had touched on sensitive family matters and clues regarding Sadie’s parents.
That wasn’t information he could casually divulge, especially not to Patrick, who helmed the Burgess Group and merely collaborated with the Wall Group.
If Patrick was linked to Jarrett or the Johnsons, spilling such secrets would be suicidal. Lying was his only option.
Nathan’s thoughts raced as he cobbled together a lie. He forced a sheepish chuckle and scratched his neck awkwardly.
“Honestly, it was trivial. Look, Mr. Noel, I happened to spot Ms. Hudson’s aide, Tina, and she stood out to me–quite the
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