After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Louisa approached Julian, but instead of returning her notebook, he kicked Noah who was sitting nearby.

Noah, completely missing Julian’s intent and forgetting Louisa’s earlier warning, looked wounded. “Mr. Tudor, why are you kicking me?

During his protest, the four people beside him smoothly shifted one seat over.

Wallace, being closest, reached out and yanked Noah away.

Just like that, the seat beside Julian was empty.

Julian guided Louisa to sit down, then finally handed back her notebook. She saw what he’d written: [Pretty good counter–surveillance

skills.]

Louisa glared at him. How could he joke at a time like this? Annoyed, she stopped talking and lowered her head to write.

Julian gazed down at her, his expression softening with tenderness.

The bystanders exchanged knowing looks. So they were just props in their couple roleplay?

The sickeningly sweet romance in the air made them all crave relationships of their own.

Louisa, focused solely on Sadie, quickly finished writing.

This time, instead of passing the notebook, she held it up for everyone to see: [Confirmed Sadie is here. Mrs. Price is coming tonight.]

Collective understanding dawned on the group. They had been wondering why Sadie, who always believed in law and science, would come to this superstitious place.

Now it made sense–Vivian’s mother Lily was coming, and Sadie had followed.

Poor Lily had tried everything for her troublemaking daughter, even resorting to a “psychic office.”

Flora, concerned about Sadie, signed a question: [Is Sadie safe?]

No one else understood her gestures except Louisa, who bent down to write in the notebook.

Julian made a gesture, and everyone immediately understood. Six chairs were arranged in a circle, appearing like some ritual but actually just making communication easier.

Louisa showed everyone: [From the girl’s tone, Sadie seems safe for now, but her reaction was strange. I don’t know what it means.[

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fan wrote next: (Noah, go find out and ensure Ms. Watson’s safety.]

Noah flashed an “OK” sign and vanished in the blink of an eye.

He returned shortly, gulped down water from a bottle, then sat down ready to report. But when he picked up pen and paper, he hesitated.

Everyone tapped the table impatiently. Noah scratched his head, then threw up his hands–nobody understood what he meant.

folian wrote: [If you can’t write, draw it.]

Despite Noah’s fluent English, his writing skills were poor–he’d grown up in a closed Seraphim community with little writing practice.

With Julian’s suggestion, Noah immediately drew two women wearing vintage robes with hoods.

The group exchanged confused glances.

Wallace gave Julian an exasperated look that clearly said: ‘Why did you send this guy to gather intelligence?‘

Julian’s return glance replied: “Then you go instead?

Wallace quickly waved his hand: ‘Never mind.‘

Julian studied the drawings and wrote: [You mean Ms. Watson is pretending to be Madame Raven’s assistant medium?]

Noah nodded vigorously. Everyone fell silent.

Then Noah took the notebook again and drew a security camera with an X through it, plus two adjacent doors–one closed tight, one

slightly ajar.

The group looked bewildered. What on earth was he trying to say?

Julian wrote: [No security cameras? We can check the situation from Madame Raven’s adjoining room?]

Noah nodded frantically–clearly only his boss could interpret his artwork.

While others were still questioning Noah’s random scribbles, he felt a twinge of hurt–he’d risked everything gathering intel, only to be

misunderstood.

The group looked at Julian with newfound admiration. Being able to decipher such drawings was truly a talent.

Julian signaled for the four of them to stay while he and Louisa went to investigate. Fewer people meant better stealth.

Machel didn’t mind, and Noah had no objections since he didn’t sense any danger.

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Flora, impatient and worried about Sadie, wanted to come along.

Wallace held her back with a smirk. “They’re going to have their romantic moment. Why crash it?”

Flora reluctantly sat down.

Meanwhile, Julian and Louisa made their way through the hallways.

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This building used to be an office complex with a straight corridor, but Madame Raven had transformed it into a confusing mare that

would disorient most visitors.

Fortunately, Noah had drawn them a map, so they easily found the place.

Julian pushed the door gently, and it opened–not even locked.

Louisa frowned. Seriously? Madame Raven missed this detail? She didn’t foresee someone eavesdropping?

Looking down, she spotted a lock thrown on the floor. Now she understood. It wasn’t unlocked–Noah had picked it.

The kid couldn’t write but could draw beautifully, pick locks expertly, fight, intimidate, and gather intelligence. No wonder he was Julian’s

personal bodyguard.

Louisa now felt certain that Julian wasn’t crazy after all.

They surveyed the room. The furnishings were simple with few extras, though there was a large bed, presumably where Madame Raven

rested.

But why was the bed so ridiculously huge? Louisa couldn’t help thinking about the massive bed in Julian’s bedroom. Why would a person sleeping alone need such a giant bed? To roll around?

She inadvertently glanced at Julian.

He caught her gaze, his tone playful. “Ms. Forbes, you look at the bed, then at me… what are you thinking?”

That damned flirtation…

Louisa nearly died of embarrassment and instinctively protested, “I wasn’t thinking anything. Don’t make things up.”

“Really?” He raised his hand, the back of his fingers lightly brushing her cheek. “Then why is your face red? It almost burns me.