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    Noah’s bodynguage sent out a clear warning to keep your distance, and the depth in his gaze seemed bottomless.


    With that unsmiling face, he could have been a debt collector on a bad day.


    Hurst, picking up on Damien’s wariness, felt a knot tighten in his chest and edged forward, slightly shielding Noah.


    He pped a hand firmly onto Noah’s shoulder and kept his smile steady.


    “Don’t mind him, Damien. My friend has always looked serious—it runs in the family.”


    Even Hurst realized how weak his own exnation sounded.


    Clearly, Damien didn’t see Noah, supposedly Hurst’s assistant, as someone worth his attention.


    Afara’s health was the most important thing; they had no room for dys.


    Gesturing impatiently, he indicated for Hurst and Noah to enter the vehicle.


    Quietly, Hurst released a pent-up breath of relief.


    Yet the instant his eyes met Noah’s deep, unreadable gaze, dread crept up his spine.


    There was no mistaking Noah’s intensity and power.


    Hurst privately groaned—everyone around him was a proper handful, such a trial to attend to.


    Obediently, the two men climbed into the backseat of the car.


    Soft shadows filled the interior, obscuring their features.


    From the front seat, Damien casually tossed back two dark blindfolds. Noah caught his effortlessly, inspected it briefly, and showed no reaction whatsoever. What exactly was this for?


    Uneasy at Noah’sck ofpliance, Hurst quickly leaned over, whispering anxiously, “This is a mandatory rule. Anyone entering headquarters must wear it.”


    Withoutplying, they wouldn’t get past security today.


    After a brief hesitation, Noah’s brows knitted slightly, but he eventuallyplied and secured the blindfold.


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    Smooth fabric instantly shielded his prating gaze.


    ncing back through the rearview mirror, Damien scoffed quietly when he saw Noah’spliance.


    So much arrogance for someone who still had to follow the rules. Damien muttered under his breath about Noah’s exaggerated pride, acting like the world owed him a favor.


    He turned the ignition, and the ck sedan smoothly joined the flow of traffic.


    Silence enveloped them, disturbed only by the quiet hum of the engine. About ten minutes passed, though time lost its shape under the darkness of the blindfolds.


    Slowly, the car came to a gentle halt.


    “We’re here,” Damien said, his rough voice shattering the silence.


    Prompted, Noah and Hurst removed their blindfolds.


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