?Chapter 306:


    A chilling frost settled in Noah’s eyes, his expression turning unreadable. The lengths Sadie had gone to for another man ignited something cold within him that he hadn’t expected.


    Noah’s ss slipped through his fingers, crashing onto the floor in a violent shatter. The sharp sound sent a ripple through the tense air.


    “I have no interest in someone like you,” Noah said, his voice low and controlled.


    Sadie froze, her body going rigid as the full weight of his words crashed over her like a tidal wave, swallowing her whole in a suffocating tide of shame.


    Noah took a step closer, his presence looming over her like a shadow. “I’m not finished yet,” he murmured, his tone edged with finality. “There’s been no hostess at this house for too long. And the position, well, it’s yours, whether you like it or not.”


    Without waiting for a response, Noah bent down, picked up Sadie’s fallen bag, and threw it at her. His next words left no room for argument. “You’ll stay here at Myrtlewood Estate.”


    Turning away, Noah walked upstairs but paused midway. ncing back at Sadie, who had copsed onto the floor, he spoke with chilling calm. “If you try to run again, I’ll make sure Howe Group ceases to exist.”


    With that, Noah turned and continued his ascent, vanishing from Sadie’s sight without a second nce.


    Sadie stayed where she was, tears slipping down her cheeks in a steady stream. Her chest felt hollow, as though her very soul was being chipped away, piece by piece. She had returned to this gilded cage, this suffocating prison, the one ce she had sworn never to enter again. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as she sat there, her mind numb, lost in the oppressive silence of her surroundings. She had no sense of how long had passed. Eventually, the sound of footsteps broke through her trance.


    The butler stepped into the room, his presence both gentle and uncertain. “Mrs. Wall, are you alright?” he asked, his voice careful, his gaze flickering over her with quiet concern.


    Sadie nodded faintly, her eyes distant and unfocused as they traced the intricate patterns of the crystal chandelier above. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, rough and unsteady. “Averi. Can you bring him here? Please.”


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    Sadie’s heart ached at the thought of her little boy. He was still so young, so fragile, especially after his recent surgery. The idea of being separated from him now was unbearable.


    The butler shifted ufortably, his face clouded with unease. “Mrs. Wall,” he began carefully, “I’m afraid I don’t have the authority to make that decision. For now, please try to rest. We can address this matterter.”


    The butler helped Sadie up the stairs, a mix of persuasion and firm insistence guiding her toward the master bedroom. As soon as the door swung open, she went rigid.


    Theyout, the furnishings, even the shade of the drapes—everything was precisely as it had been three years prior, as if this space had remained untouched by time.


    Not a speck of dust marred the surfaces. It was clear that someone had been meticulously tending to the room all along.


    But why?


    She had left. Wouldn’t Noah have weed her absence?


    How was this possible?


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