Chapter 1113

There was no mistaking it now. Noah was alive.

But if that were true, then what did that make Sadie?

Everyone in the Wall family would rally behind Noah instead of her without question.

At this point, holding Sadie hostage meant nothing.

Farrell’s thoughts scattered like broken glass.

He tried to string together a sentence, but his voice cracked as he asked,

“What do you want to do?”

Noah advanced, slow and deliberate, every step filled with certainty.

Sweat poured down Farrell’s temple. Panic hit him hard. He swung the dagger toward Noah, his other arm locking tightly around Sadie’s throat.

“Stay back! One more step and she dies, I swear!”

Noah halted, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—sharp and unsettling.

His eyes shifted to Sadie. Her face was flushed, terror written all over it. Something flickered in his expression—regret, maybe even guilt.

“Why go after her?” asked Noah. His tone stayed even, but there was a sharp edge buried in it. “Take me instead. Use your head. Wouldn’t controlling the former chairman of Wall Group—who everyone believes is dead—cause a much bigger stir than targeting the one sitting in the seat now? And if this is about revenge—shouldn’t it be me you’re after? I was the one on the operating table that day.”

Farrell looked like he’d been jolted by a live wire. His eyes widened. He was stunned.

Noah had hit a nerve. Sure, keeping Sadie might buy him time or cash. But grabbing Noah? That was a power move. He could cash in bigger—and settle the score with the man who’d ruined his life.

That thought lit something dark in Farrell’s gaze. Greed danced in his eyes, but caution hadn’t left him just yet.

“Jacket off. Now. And walk over nice and slow,” said Farrell, his voice tight with warning.

Noah shifted his eyes toward the officers nearby. The gesture was brief, but clear.

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He gave a small shrug, cold as ever. “Alright.”

With zero hesitation, he peeled off the sleek jacket and let it fall like it didn’t cost more than a month’s salary of an ordinary person.

Across the room, Sadie’s panic flared. Her eyes locked on his, wide with dread. She started shaking her head, her lips trembling.

“No—no way!” It hadn’t been easy for Noah to come back home. His body still hadn’t fully recovered. There was no way she could let him throw himself into danger again.

But Noah met her fear with something calm.

Without missing a beat, he started forward. His movements were steady, controlled. Every step brought him closer to Farrell.

The room went silent. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.

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