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    Noah met his gaze head-on, his own eyes turning bitterly cold, radiating the same amount of hostility.


    His mouth opened slowly, releasing a question sharper than steel.


    “Where did you take my wife?”


    Afara’s smile widened knowingly at that question.


    His amusedughter echoed mockingly as he casually crossed his legs, thoroughly rxed in the face of danger.


    Raising his hands in mock innocence, he drawled tauntingly, “I’ve got plenty of lovelydies around here. How am I supposed to guess who you mean? Tell you what, just pick any woman you fancy, and I’ll dly hand her over.”


    Before Afara could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his arm. Noah had flicked his wrist, and the scalpel in his hand had sliced clean through the pink suit’s sleeve, carving a thin line of blood across Afara’s arm.


    The fabric darkened as blood seeped through.


    Afara winced. The grin on his face slipped, twisting into something ugly.


    His eyes narrowed, cold and furious.


    He hadn’t expected Hurst’s assistant to actually strike.


    It had been a while since anyone dared. And this one—so reckless, so bold—was worth remembering.


    With a flicker of madness in his eye, Afara gripped the de pressed against his chest. His palm split open.


    Blood spilled freely, dripping down the steel.


    Hurst froze, horror surging up his throat.


    They were finished.


    Without thinking, he raised the pair of surgical mps and mmed them down onto Afara’s temple with everything he had.


    “Bang!”


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    Afara didn’t even scream.


    His eyes rolled back. A jolt of pain bloomed across his skull. Then, silence. He copsed onto the sofa. Still. Unmoving.


    Blood trickled down the side of his face.


    Hurst stood frozen, stunned and breathless.


    That was it. Game over.


    The guards outside would never let this go. Knocking Afara out was a death sentence.


    They might as well have signed up for a one-way trip to hell.


    Noah turned and shot him a look.


    Hurst went still. His lips mped shut.


    Noah was terrifying.


    Hurst was already regretting everything, questioning why he had ever agreed to help Noah in the first ce.


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