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    Hurst quickly nodded, forcing a respectful smile. “Mr. Afara, my friend here might seem reserved, but his skill is unmatched.”


    From the moment Noah entered the Wolfpack’sir, he had discreetly mapped out every corner in his mind.


    Alert bodyguards hovered around every corner, their watchful eyes tracking every movement in this ce.


    Imagining Sadie trapped among these wolves twisted Noah’s heart with a chilling fury.


    The anxiety and anger in Noah’s heart were almost impossible to suppress.


    Noah concealed the coldness in his eyes and spoke up, his voice as sharp as ice. “Mr. Afara, we’re wasting time. Let’s start the treatment immediately. But I require absolute silence to concentrate.”


    At this abrupt request, Afara’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he considered Noah’s words carefully.


    Finally, with azy flick of his hand, he ordered casually to the room, “Everyone out. Nobodyes back unless I personally allow it.” The provocatively dressed women and several assistants quietly withdrew, knowing better than to question hismand.


    The heavy door shut firmly, instantly muffling the revelry outside.


    Only then did Afarazily return to his seat, sinkingfortably onto the plush sofa. He tilted his head toward Noah, gesturing loosely. “Proceed whenever you’re ready, Dr. Lawson, and your… reserved assistant.”


    Without betraying any emotion, Noah stepped toward Afara, setting the ck medical case on the table and flipping it open.


    From within, he removed a gleaming scalpel, its de thin and precise, reflecting Noah’s steady resolve.


    Holding the scalpel loosely but deliberately, he approached Afara step by steady step.


    Nearby, Hurst stood rigid, anxiety quickening his heartbeat and slicking his palms with sweat.


    Noah’s manner wasn’t that of a healer—it seemed more like an assassin closing in on prey.


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    Struggling to control his nervousness, Hurst quickly grabbed a pair of surgical mps, gripping them tightly as if preparing for trouble.


    Just in case… if violence erupted between Noah and Afara, he needed to intervene.


    Without warning, before Afara could even blink, Noah had positioned the sharp scalpel firmly against his chest.


    The de tip pressed lightly, indenting the fabric over Afara’s heart. Afara instantly felt the cold threat pressing against him, his posture bing rigidly alert.


    He raised his eyes, and the yful air vanished instantly.


    Now his gaze was piercing, carrying a ruthless intensity that seemed bottomless.


    A slow smirk crept onto his face, and all warmth drained from his voice. “You’re quite daring, aren’t you?”


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