At the entrance of the restaurant, it was Levi's reminder that finally drew Hendrix's attention to the man speaking with Craig.

Looking visibly annoyed, Craig stepped around the man and walked away

However, the persistent man wasn't ready to let him go and followed closely behind. Seeing that Craig was about to get into his car, he raised his voice. "Mr. Swanson, if you don't agree, I'll have no choice but to go back to Mr. Freeman and tell him everything about Luna."

Hendrix had been ready to leave. After all, neither Noelle nor the Swanson family had anything to do with him

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But upon hearing William's words, he suddenly froze mid-step.

"Mr. Freeman?" Dan called out, but Hendrix ignored him, turning his head to the side to see that the previously indifferent Craig had already let William into his car.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Mr. Freeman, the 'Luna' that he mentioned..." Dan spoke with confusion. But before he could ask, Hendrix had already climbed into his car.

Dan exchanged confused looks with Levi before following spit

Hendrix, who had drunk a few glasses of wine earlier, closed his eyes as soon as he got inside the vehicle. Meanwhile, Dan sat in the passenger seat, not even daring to look back at him.

A short while into the drive, Hendrix suddenly said, "Look into it."

Taken aback, Dan asked reflexively, "Look into what?"

Hendrix turned to look out the window. "Noelle's adoptive father."

Noelle was sick. After spending a sleepless night, she arrived in this unfamiliar city, only to collapse into bed, unable to get up again.

If the hotel staff hadn't noticed that she hadn't left her room all day, and if the cleaning crew hadn't repeatedly knocked on her door, she might've remained unconscious in bed for who knew how long "Do you have any friends or family here?" a hotel employee asked her.

"No"

"Then... should we contact your colleague for you?"

"I'm fine," Noelle replied as she swallowed a fever pill. "It just a cold and fever."

"But..." The staff hesitated.

Noelle knew what she was thinking and gave her a smile. "Don't worry. I won't die in your hotel. I'll... leave

tomorrow."

"It's not that. I'm just worried about you," the young woman said quickly while setting a bowl of soup on the bedside table. "Try to eat something. Just call the front desk if you need anything."

Noelle glanced at the bowl of soup and gently thanked her

After the woman left, Noelle's gaze lingered on the bowl of soup for a long time before she finally forced herself to get up from the bed.

Her phone screen displayed countless missed calls-some from William and some from Craig.

After failing to reach her, Craig even left her a text message which read, "William found his way here. Stay away from the Swanson residence for now. Don't contact him."

Noelle stared at the words, feeling nothing. She knew he wasn't trying to protect her. He just wanted to avoid a

scandal.

After all, her divorce had already been a public embarrassment. If events from her past were exposed... Noelle suddenly recalled something.

Just then, her phone vibrated with William's incoming call