Chapter 137

Cedric stood in the dimly lit study, his figure merging into the darkness. The thought of what Noelle had endured ignited the spark of his anger into an uncontrollable blaze. He couldn't bear the idea of anyone harboring such vile intentions toward the woman he had been so careful to protect. Peter finally realized the gravity of his mistake and quickly pleaded, "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have said that. Please! I didn't mean it—I swear!" Peter had no idea that the two young men he had insulted had such powerful backgrounds. It was clear from their actions that they were no ordinary people. The watch Cedric wore alone was enough to show that—it was an exclusive, discontinued model that mere money couldn't buy. Peter deeply regretted his actions. If he had known, he would never have stepped out of his apartment that night. Cedric looked at him with a faint contemptuous smile tugging at his lips. "If apologies were enough, why would we need the police?" "How about I apologize to her