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    “Devastated?” Noah scoffed, his voice thick with disdain. “She won’t be devastated. Better yet, I hope it crushes herpletely!”


    The fury in Noah’s tone was unmistakable to Samuel, who sensed that something grave had upset him.


    Samuel feltpelled to urge Noah to reconsider. “Mr. Wall, please… try to calm down,” he suggested carefully.


    “I am calm,” Noah insisted, taking a slow, deep breath to control his rising anger. “Just do as I say and bring K to Myrtlewood Estate now, or consider yourself fired!”


    He abruptly ended the call, reaching for his ss to gulp down thest of his drink.


    Hearing the disconnect tone, Samuel exhaled a weary sigh.


    The situation was escting. Noah was determined to stir up trouble. Samuel had a sinking feeling about the impending fallout but felt powerless against Noah’s direct threat.


    Noah poured himself another drink, seeking sce in alcohol, yet the inner chaos only intensified.


    Visions of Sadie’s defiant stare and her biting words haunted him, each memory stabbing at his conscience like a relentless de.


    Frustrated, he yanked at his tie, feeling each breath growboriously heavy.


    He puzzled over his own rage. He had initiated their separation and been unfaithful, so why did Sadie’s deration of lost love incite such bitterness?


    A fleeting thought crossed his mind—could he have feelings for her?


    He dismissed the notion almost instantly.


    He shook his head firmly, determined to banish such thoughts from his mind.


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    When Samuel arrived at Myrtlewood Estate with K, he found Noah already drunk—sprawled across the study’s sofa, eyes barely slits in his flushed face.


    “Mr. Wall?” Samuel called out, his voice cautious.


    He moved to help Noah to his room, but a slender hand caught his arm. “I’ll take care of him,” K murmured.


    Samuel mustered a strained smile. “Mr. Wall’s not exactly light—Wade. Let me do it.”


    It was a flimsy excuse. The truth was, Samuel didn’t want to be anywhere near Noah, especially while Noah was drunk.


    This wasn’t because he favored Sadie over K; his loyaltyy squarely with Noah, not with Sadie or anyone else.


    As Samuel supported Noah, he felt like he was carrying a sack of bricks. The overwhelming blend of alcohol and Noah’s usual heavy, woody cologne made his head swim.


    Noah groaned, his brow creased, as though even unconscious, he couldn’t escape his troubles.


    K trailed silently behind them, her eyes glinting with a strange cocktail of satisfaction and unease she couldn’t quite shake.


    “Samuel, are you sure you can handle that?” K’s voice dripped with a subtle mockery, just enough to grate on Samuel’s nerves.


    Sweat trickled down his temple. “Don’t worry, Miss Wade. I’ve got it.” In truth, Samuel was silently cursing his misfortune. This wasn’t assisting a boss—it was like hauling deadweight uphill, with K’s sharp gaze stabbing at his pride.


    “Good,” K murmured, her eyes slicing through him with a cial re.


    A chill crawled up Samuel’s spine. All he wanted was to dump Noah in bed and escape this ce.


    He knew Noah cared about Sadie—even if the man hadn’t realized it yet.


    As his loyal assistant, Samuel’s job was to keep Noah safe from opportunists, especially in this drunken stupor.


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