Chapter 1132

Yet the blood donation created a puzzling contradiction—until suddenly, the pieces clicked together with chilling clarity. How brilliantly calculated! Donating blood provided the perfect camouflage to deflect any potential suspicion.

A tempestuous whirlwind of contradictory emotions crashed through Alex’s consciousness—burning resentment intertwining with bewildering confusion and gnawing unease. All these feelings twisted together into an agonizing knot that pressed painfully against his chest.

In the adjacent room, Noah gradually emerged from the fog of unconsciousness, his awareness returning piece by careful piece.

A weak cough escaped his throat as he fought against his body’s protests. Muscles trembled with the effort required to push himself upright and maneuver his unsteady legs over the edge of the bed.

Crushing waves of dizziness crashed over him repeatedly, a direct consequence of significant blood loss. Each surge left him feeling dangerously lightheaded and alarmingly unsteady.

At that precise moment, Stan burst through the door and rushed across the room to reach his weakened side. “Mr. Wall, I am grateful. Really.”

Noah’s fingers found his throbbing temples, applying gentle pressure as his complexion remained worryingly pale from the substantial blood transfusion. “I was simply settling an outstanding debt. He rescued Averi. Now we’re even.” His penetrating gaze rose slowly, subtle threads of suspicion beginning to dance beneath the deceptively tranquil surface of his dark eyes.

“What brings you to my bedside? Shouldn’t your primary loyalty be directing you toward your boss instead?”

Stan’s entire posture grew rigid with sudden tension, an unmistakably uncomfortable expression flickering across his usually composed features. He found himself caught in agonizing indecision, uncertain whether revealing Hailey’s calculated visit would be wise—particularly after witnessing the dangerous tempest that had been gathering strength in his boss’s bloodshot eyes earlier. For several heartbeats, he remained suspended in uncertainty.

The sharp trill of Noah’s phone suddenly shattered the tense silence—Jack’s name blazing across the illuminated screen.

Stan, whose keen instincts never failed to read a situation correctly, executed a respectful bow and retreated several measured steps.

“Mr. Wall, I’ll give you privacy for your important call. Should you require anything at all, just speak the word.”

He offered another deferential bow before silently gliding from the room, ensuring the door sealed shut with barely a whisper behind his departing form.

Noah accepted the incoming call with swift efficiency. “What have you discovered?”

Jack’s voice emerged from the speaker, pitched low with the gravity of important news, colored by deep respect.

“Boss, we’ve successfully located Ms. Burgess’s vehicle in the urban village. Mr. Castro has already coordinated with local police authorities to initiate a comprehensive door-to-door search operation.”

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