Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1112:

The hostage was too important for them to take risks. They couldn’t afford to screw this up.

How should they handle this?

Just then, a cold, level voice cut through the tension. “Taking her won’t get you anywhere.”

Everyone turned toward the sound. Who was speaking?

Sadie lifted her head, and there he was.

A tall figure emerged from the crowd, his gait calm and steady. His silver mask glinted in the light.noveldrama

Noah.

Sadie’s hands curled into fists.

He wasn’t fully recovered yet! What was he even doing here? What if something happened to him again?

Her mind spun with worry, this time for the obstinate man who stood in front of her.

Noah’s presence was like an oppressive force that swept across the room.

He slowly walked forward, his gaze locked on Farrell.

The lead officer stepped up to intercept him, his brows drawn into a frown.

“Who are you? This is an active crime scene. It’s off-limits for civilians.”

“Do you think you can decide on behalf of the Wall family?”

The one who spoke was a younger officer, his voice barely loud enough to hear. The woman clutched in Farrell’s grip was no ordinary hostage. She was the chairwoman of Wall Group.

Farrell locked eyes with Noah. That cold stare made something crawl along his spine.

His patience was fraying. Clenching the dagger tighter, he moved it closer to Sadie’s neck.

Sadie could feel a warm trail of blood sliding down her neck.

“Yes or no? Make up your mind. If you wait one more second, I’ll slice her throat wide open!”

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Noah turned his head slightly and gave the lead officer a look that said, “I’ve got this.”

He moved forward at a steady pace, stopping three meters in front of Farrell.

“Let her go,” said Noah. “I’m Noah Wall. I own Wall Group. If this is about money, you’re wasting your time. She’s not the one you want.”

Farrell stood stiff, stunned into stillness. His brain refused to catch up with what he had just heard.

Noah Wall? That wasn’t possible. The man was supposed to be dead. So who the hell was standing there?

Noah moved with quiet certainty as he lifted his hand and removed the silver mask. Beneath it was a face so remarkable, it was instantly familiar—the very one that had graced the front pages of finance magazines time and again.

A sudden jolt of recognition swept through the crowd, spreading like a ripple and leaving each person frozen, too stunned to trust what they were seeing. Panic clutched Farrell by the throat. His hand started to shake, and the dagger wobbled in his grip.

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