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    “Listen, we can get you other women—better ones…”


    “If you want her safe… release Mrs. Susannah Howe…” The thugs stammered on.


    Noah’s expression darkened. A murderous aura surged around him, suffocating the space.


    He stepped forward.


    “Say that again.” His voice was deathly calm, devoid of any emotion.


    “We…” The men shrank back, terror gripping them. They no longer dared to speak, only frantically bowing in submission.


    “You know what?” Noah’s voice was low but deadly. “If even a single hair on Sadie’s head is harmed, I swear—everyst one of you, and everyone connected to you, will pay. The Howe family, the Perry family will all bleed for it.”


    “Wh-Who are you?” one of the thugs stammered, his voice shaky as he struggled to conceal his fear in Noah’s presence.


    At that moment, Samuel entered with a team of police officers, addressing Noah with deep respect.


    “Mr. Wall, the perimeter is secure.”


    The moment those words fell, the thugs went deathly pale, as if they’d seen a ghost.


    “Mr. Wall?”


    They never imagined that the man who had stormed in, risking his life for Sadie, was none other than Noah Wall—the CEO of Wall Group. They had assumed, at most, that he might be an assistant or a high-ranking subordinate of Noah.


    Never in their wildest dreams did they expect him to show up personally.


    Now, they realized they were doomed. Completely and utterly doomed.


    Everyone knew who Noah was.


    Even their own boss had to tread carefully around him.


    “Mr. Wall, please! Have mercy on us!” one of them begged, his forehead nearly touching the floor.


    “We swear—we won’t ever do this again. Just let us go! We have families!” Kneeling before Noah, the thugs pleaded for their lives, trembling violently.


    But Noah remained unmoved, his gaze cold and unyielding.


    These men had asked for trouble. He had no intention of wasting another second on them.


    Without a word, he walked over to Sadie, gently lifting her into his arms.


    “Sadie… are you alright?” His voice, thick with emotion, trembled with both worry and pain.


    Sadie didn’t respond.


    Her body hung limply against him, her face ashen, her breathing faint. Deep, raw wounds marred her fragile form, a sight that made Noah’s heart clench.


    Holding her, Noah turned to leave.


    “Take them all away. Under no circumstances should a single one escape!” Noah’s voice was icy and resolute, leaving no room for doubt.


    “Yes, Mr. Wall,” Samuel replied swiftly, sensing Noah’s genuine fury.


    Noah held Sadie close as he hurried out of the factory.


    Half an hourter…


    “Quick! Get the operating room ready! I need all department heads and specialists here now!”


    Upon exiting the car, Noah sprinted towards the hospital entrance, carrying Sadie.


    The hospital was already prepared for his arrival.


    Specialists and chief physicians stood in two solemn lines, their eyes fixed on Sadie as Noah carried her in.


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