CHapter 25
Palmer, even when he was throwing punches, was all grace and poise – it was like he had
choreographed each hit, explosive power and alll
Noe was a bit dazed.
For the first time in her life, someone stood up for her!
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Ever since Old Mrs. Lambert passed away, there had been no one in the Lambert family on her
side.
Every time she bumped into Milford, even if Noe hadn’t done a thing, Belinda would openly mock
her and then find an excuse to lock her up at home, sending Briony off on a date with Milford.
Even back when Briony was just the nanny’s daughter, she got the royal treatment in the Lambert
family, way better than Noe ever did.
She never cared about Milford and Briony anyway.
Old Mrs. Lambert once held her hand, saying tenderly and said, “My dear girl, you deserve the best
man, someone who would protect you unconditionally.”
Watching Palmer straighten his sleeves, Noe felt her cheeks inexplicably heating up!
Palmer looked down, his scent of sandalwood closing in on Noe’s breath, his maic voice
resonating softly, “Did I scare you? Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back.” He was a bit on edge,
momentarily forgetting that the girl before him was not just any youngdy, but a top international
hitwoman!
“Thank you.
“That guy just now, who was he?”
Noe’s expression was cool, “Just some trash, not important.”
“He said he was your fiancé.
Noe shrugged, “I wasn’t that blind.”
A flicker of delight crossed Palmer’s eyes. Even though he knew that guy had nothing to do with
her, hearing her deny it still sent a wave of joy through him.
“Thorpe and Toxic Monarch must have gone to the private rooms. Let’s head over.”
Noe nodded, bending down to pick up the ruby cufflink Palmer had dropped, and handed it to
him. But Palmer extended his hand, the empty cuff dangling in front of Noe, mischief sparkling in
his eyes.
Noe felt a bit awkward. Putting a cufflink on a man was a bit too intimate, but after Palmer had
just stood up for her, she couldn’t just brush him off!
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Thinking this, Noe didn’t refuse and bent her head to fasten his cufflink. Her fingers were cool to
the touch, grazing Palmer’s wrist and stirring ripples.
Palmer caught Noe’s wrist and led her away from the dance floor, towards the private rooms.
Noe could walk just fine. Why was he pulling her along?
Her hand was soft, not at all like the unerring sniper she was, not a callus in sight, warm to hold,
and he didn’t want to let go.
“It’s crowded, and I don’t want you to get lost from me. Sorry for being abrupt.” He said ‘sorry‘. but
the smile never left Palmer’s lips!
The back alley of the bar.
Milford was tossed next to a dumpster by several bodyguards, the severe pain leaving him unable
to move an inch.
“Damn it, that damned Noe, just here to keep someonepany, and she thinks she’s above it
all? Once she’s in my hands, we’ll see how she begs. ouch… What a little tramp, a country bumpkin
will always be just that. She should count herself lucky that someone like me took a fancy to her!
Noe, you just wait!”
He was hit way too hard! Once he found out who that man was, he was going to make sure
Noe and her lover pay with their lives!
A strong shlight beam shone into the alley from the entrance, the hobos who were sitting in the
corner quickly ran over and spilled everything Milford said to Beckett.
Beckett’s eyes gleamed with malice! This bastard dared to covet his sister and insult her? Didn’t he
know his own weight?
Looks like he should have dug deeper when they crossed paths at the mall. If he had, Noe
wouldn’t have been kidnapped and suffered for no reason. This was all because he, as a brother,
was worried she would dislike it, a dereliction of his duties!
Beckett suppressed his rage, his thin lips curling slightly as he said, “Beat him, but leave him
breathing.”
A dozen thugs swarmed in! Milford’s screams and pleas echoed through the alley.
Beckett stood in the shadows, lighting a cigar. Amid the swirling smoke, his handsome face was
filled with regret and self–reproach. Leaving Milford barely alive, he Intended to watch the
Rosenberg family go bankrupt!
Inside the bar were hundreds of private rooms. The top–level rooms were inessible to the
average bar–goer, where a bottle of champagne started at hundreds of thousands, and the floors
were gold–ted, giving the feeling of stepping into a royal pce!
“Sir, madam, do you have a reservation?” The waiter stopped Palmer and Noe, as all the guests
with reservations for the evening had arrived, but these two exuded an air of royalty. and the waiter
didn’t dare to offend.
Palmer handed over his card, and the waiter hurried to verify it. “Mr. Pock, pleasee in. your
private room is ready!”
“No need for this room. The guests from earlier are in that room; they’re friends of mine. I’ll just join
them.”
The waiter quickly replied, “Mr. Thorpe is in room 9, please!”
Palmer took back his card and led Noe to room number 9.
“Do youe here often?”
Why else would he have a card?
Palmer chuckled, his demeanor warm as a gentle breeze, with not a hint of the cold–blooded killer,
even a touch of panic in his voice!
“Abyssal Organization has a room here. I had many missions in the countryst year, so this ce
was convenient. Their cocktails are quite something: I’ll bring you here to try them sometime.”
It was normal for assassin organizations to operate in nightclubs. Noe had her own private room
in this bar too! She was just asking, why was he so nervous?
Outside room number 9, bodyguards packed the area, burly men in ck suits and sunsses on
the lookout, wary of everyone passing by, bulges at their waists indicating they were armed.
“Who are you? Get out of here!”
Palmer reached out, pulling Noe closer to his side, and with the bodyguards watching, they
entered the private room number 8 next to room number 9.
The bodyguard frowned at the door of VIP Room 8 for quite a while. A few beefy guys stepped up,
pressing their ears against the door, trying to eavesdrop on what they were up to.
Palmer yanked the door open, his shirt cor undone, his face stormy as a winter sky, “Scram!”
Seeing this, the bodyguards figured they’d stumbled upon a couple looking for a cozy corner to
make out, so they chilled out and headed back to their posts.
Noe shifted her gaze ufortably as Palmer undid the top button of his shirt right in front of her,
exposing his seductive Adam’s apple.
“You’re pretty smooth at this.”
“Turns out it’s a pretty solid cover, but it’s my first rodeo with this trick.”
After all, he hadn’t had the rightdy partner before to y this game with him!
“So you’re saying you’ve got other disguises up your sleeve that you use more often?”
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Palmer was taken aback, sensing an undercurrent in Noe’s words. “You’ll see all the different
disguises I use eventually.”
Why on earth would she need to know that?
VIP Room 8 was tucked away inconspicuously on the fourth floor of the bar, the tiniest room. that
was still a squeeze even for just Noe and Palmer. But if a room could carve out its own niche on
the fourth floor, VIP Room 8 had its own unique mojo going on!
Noe stretched out her hand and used her fingerprint to unlock the electronic screen in front. of
them, revealing a live feed of the interior of VIP Room 9!
Palmer’s eyes filled with surprise and delight.
“The Obelisk Organization isn’t just for show. You’re lucky, picking my room,” said Noe.
“I think I’m even luckier not just for picking the room, but for picking you.”
Noe looked up into the handsome profile of Palmer in the dim light, his jawline sharp as a chisel,
unwavering. He shed a thin smile, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at her!
Her heart skipped a beat as if in the darkness, some tiny seed had sprouted and was reaching for
the light.