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Noah’s bodyguard took the butler from Noah and started beating him with no remorse, punching him continuously in the face as the old butler was crying and screaming in his arms, but he couldn’t fight the muscular bodyguard.

“Let go of him! You can’t treat an old man that way.” I declared, but Noah’s bodyguard yanked the butler’s hair and dragged him toward the wall, where he started hitting his head on the wall.

“Arghhh!” the butler screamed as blood started oozing out of his head while the bodyguard was hitting his head.

“Let go of me.” I said to Dave and Xander.

“I said let go of me.” I said through clenched teeth as I pushed the bodyguard away from the butler and supported him, preventing him from falling. I looked over my shoulder at the bodyguard, who wanted to attack me too, but Noah asked him to stand back.

“Do you know where his father is?” I asked in a calm tone, not like I wanted to give Noah his father back.

“N-No, I don’t, I swear on my life!” The butler said. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and I knew he was telling the truth, so I helped him rest against the wall while I stood up and fixed my gaze on Noah.

“No one knows where your father is.” I said and shrugged. The expression on his face was priceless. He started boiling, clenching his fists into tight balls.

“You!” he shouted, trying to walk over to the butler, when I put my leg in the way and he fell to the floor on his face with a great thud.

“Ow! Ouch!” He screamed, touching his nose, and his bodyguard hovered around him.

“Behave yourself before I call the cops on you for killing my father with your antidote.” I stated, folding my hand across my chest.

“Dave, I want you to call the ambulance so they can take my father’s body; I want them to conduct an autopsy before taking his body to the hospital mortuary; after that, I want you to call the cops to arrest this nitwit.” I said. My heart stung at the thought that I could never get to hear my father’s voice again or see him again. I had never cried this hard in my life, but Noah was making me vulnerable. I clutched my hurting chest as Dave started making calls, and while Xander just came over to me, took off his jacket, and put it over me, I clutched it looking down. He grabbed my shoulder, standing closer to me.

“You shouldn’t be too nice to me; I hate nice people; don’t make me rethink my decision to do all the things I have in mind to you.” I said to him, but he just released his grip on my shoulder.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“…I know how you feel right now. I have been in this same situation once in my life; I was too young to handle it then, but I know better now.” He said. I raised a brow at him, confused about what he was saying. He cleared his throat. “My parents died when I was seven years old, leaving me and my sister alone; none of our relatives could care for us, so they placed us in an orphanage.” He said in a low tone, but I could feel the emotion in his voice.

“Sorry for telling you about my life… all I am saying is for you to get a grip on yourself and let those who hurt you suffer.” He said in a charming way, moving his hand closer to my face.

“Your makeup has been ruined. You look awful.” He said, before his fingers could touch my face I pushed him away from me putting on a straight face. This was not the time to seek emotional or medical assistance from the opposite gender to alleviate my grief; this was the time to exact revenge on Noah and Xander for what his sister had done to me. I felt like a whole new person knowing that my father was dead. I stared at the stains of blood in my hand, my heart clenching.

The sound of the ambulance jolted me out of my trance, and in less than a minute, two doctors rushed into my father’s room carrying a stretcher. They placed my father’s lifeless body on the stretcher. I blinked back the tears in my eyes as I saw my father in that state. I watched Dave escort them out of the room; it felt like a part of me had left me, and I just wanted to stop them from taking my father away, but I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Noah finally walked over to me.

“You have to find those goons and bring back my father, or else I will make your life a living hell.” He said.

“You can make my life a living hell rotting in jail.” I replied confidently with my head held high. “No cop will dare to arrest me,” he said, hitting his chest. Just then, we heard a knock on the door. We turned our gazes to the door and saw an inspector standing by it with a handcuff in his hand.

“He is the man who murdered my father; arrest him!” I declared pointing at Noah, who staggered backward and stared at the cop with wide eyes.

“Noah Kendrick. You are under arrest for the murder of Mr. Lugard Gates.” The inspector said moving closer to Noah.

“You can’t arrest me! she doesn’t have any evidence against me.” Noah protested.

“But she has witnesses.” Xander and Dave chorused at the same time as Dave made his way back into the room.

“They are ganging up against me because they don’t like me; listen to me, they are lying.” Noah said as the inspector spun him around and handcuffed his naughty ass.

“You have the right to remain silent, or anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” The inspector said locking the handcuffs on his hands.

“If you don’t have an attorney, one will be hired for you.” The inspector said and started hauling Noah out of the room while his bodyguard followed them. Noah paused at the door, looking back at me.

“This is not over! I will be back, and we are going to spend our wedding night together!” Noah threatened.

“Go to hell.” I muttered, waving my hand at him.