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    Noah leaned back in his seat and raised an eyebrow at her.


    “What for?”


    “For helping me back at the Starlight G,” Sadie spoke softly, as if she was afraid raising her voice might break something rare and fragile.


    That day, shortly after Noah had dealt with that troublesome man from the Westvale Group, he was called away to attend to other business.


    Both of them had been so busy in the past few days that she hadn’t had the chance to thank him until tonight.


    “And… for the Starlight Stone,” Sadie added, her voice barely above a whisper now. “I also wanted to thank you for that.”


    The Starlight Stone was crucial to the restoration of Dewy Hibiscus. Without Noah’s intervention, Dewy Hibiscus might have been tarnished beyond repair.


    A flicker of emotion crossed Noah’s eyes, but it was gone in the next second.


    “That stone was yours to begin with.”


    After saying that, he lowered his head and got back to the documents, not wanting to dwell on the subject.


    The study fell silent, apart from the sound of pages turning. Soon, the air grew tense and heavy.


    Sadie clutched a fistful of her dress, her grip so tight that the tips of her fingers turned white.


    For a long while, she just stood there. Then, she finally said, “I’ll get going then.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.


    Sadie turned and walked to the door, the sound of her heels tapping against the wooden floor painfully loud against the silence of the room.


    It wasn’t until the sound of her fading footsteps was finally gone that Noah put the papers down and ran a palm over his face. He stared at the closed door and whispered a sigh.


    Then he picked up his phone and dialed a number.


    “Samuel, I need you to handle something for me.”


    “Please go ahead, Mr. Wall,” a steady voice replied on the other end.


    “Clear up all the rumors online about Sadie as well as… the rumors about her alleged affair with Alex. I want them all gone by tomorrow.”


    “Mr. Wall,” Samuel began, sounding a little apprehensive. “Regarding Mr. Howe…”


    “Don’t worry about him,” Noah interrupted in a tone that brooked no argument. “And remember, I want this to be cleaned up thoroughly. No traces left behind.”


    “Understood,” Samuel replied sinctly.


    Noah ended the call, tossed the phone on his desk, and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.


    Meanwhile, K hurled a wine ss at the firece, sending the crimson liquid sttering in all directions.


    “That damn Eva! She put our design on a dog! She was mocking me!”


    The director of the design department stood at a cautious distance, not daring to make a single sound.


    “Those imbeciles! They’re all useless!” K’s voice was shrill and biting, and the director had to wince. K then pointed to the door and ordered, “Bring me the designer of the ne on the Samoyed! Now!”


    The director of the design department wasted no time and hurried out to ry the urgent message.


    Soon after, a young designer entered, shaking and noticeably terrified, hisplexion ashen and lips trembling.


    “Miss Wade—” His greeting was cut short by a sharp p.


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