Chapter 38: I'll Let You Know When I Return

Alex was momentarily taken aback, then quickly tried to stop Nolan. "You can't eat that!"

Oh my!

But as soon as he reached out, the heartless boy swung a karate chop. Alex swiftly dodged, then attempted to reach out again. However, Nolan, holding the bowl of noodles, sidestepped him, ignoring him completely. Alex felt like crying. Is God playing a joke on me?

Nolan might be the youngest, but he was the best fighter.

"You really shouldn't eat that!" Alex pleaded desperately, attempting to kick Nolan.

Constantly interrupted, Nolan looked sullen and impatient. He kicked Alex's thigh.

Alex was too slow to dodge and fell to the ground, almost choking with anger.

By the time he got up, all the food on the table—including the bowl of noodles—had been devoured.

Alex was startled. He slapped his forehead. It's over!

A few minutes later, Nathael hung up the phone and returned. The table was cleared; empty plates and bowls remained, and his face was pale. The bowl of noodles he hadn't touched was gone.

Nolan stood expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

Alex swallowed hard, feeling he was in trouble.

Nathael's face was gloomy, his dark phoenix eyes fixed on the heartless boy. The boy's baseball cap was dusty; he'd obviously rushed back after a night out. "Spit it out," Nathael ground out through gritted teeth, his gaze as dark as if he would devour someone.

Nolan was startled and looked at Nathael in confusion.

"Who told you to eat it?" Nathael suppressed his anger, speaking coldly.

"Can't I eat it?" Nolan touched his nose, feeling guilty. He was starving and hurried to report to Nathael.

The next second, Nolan looked at Alex, his handsome face expressionless, and said calmly, "You didn't say." Damn it!

"Alex!" Nathael's phoenix eyes darkened. His good mood was ruined.

"I did say—" Alex wanted to cry. He couldn't believe he was being accused!

"Call Ethan Turner and Henry Anderson. The two of you are heading to Afriland for some reflection." Nathael grabbed his coat and left, obviously uninterested in further explanations. Nolan was fine, but he frowned at the mention of "Afriland."

Alex collapsed on the ground, lamenting. "What on earth did I do wrong? Nolan, do you even have a conscience?"

The boy stepped forward and kicked the man. "Book the flight tickets."

Because of the lost noodles, a tense atmosphere enveloped the company, brought on by Nathael. Everyone trembled, holding their breath, afraid of provoking him.

Since it would take time for Ethan and Henry to arrive, Alex stayed by Nathael's side, keeping a low profile, wary of attracting attention.

Nolan, unfamiliar with company affairs, returned to his room to sleep after reporting.

At noon (early morning for Maggie), after waking and seeing no messages from Nathael, Maggie messaged: 'Mr. Harris, did you enjoy the eggs?'

Nathael was silent for a long time, glancing at Alex, who was shivering in the corner. He paused on the screen before typing: "Yes."

Maggie, mischievously, asked: 'What does it mean?'

Nathael sighed and replied: 'Delicious.'

Maggie feigned confusion: "How can an egg be so delicious?"

Nathael's phoenix eyes deepened at her blatant flirtation, making him anxious and irritable. He stared at the message before typing: "I'll let you know when I return."

Maggie playfully rolled around on the bed. She didn't reply, fearing she might disturb him.

What could he possibly tell her upon his return? No matter how much one talks about an egg, it remains just an egg.

Nathael loosened his collar and didn't reply. He walked to the window and said in a deep voice, "Change lunch to soup noodles." "Yes," Alex wanted to cry, sensing this was far from over. Does my young master desire noodles? What he truly yearns for is Ms. Adam, the enigmatic lady!

It was seven o'clock on a weekend evening. Dressed in a sleek black slip dress, Maggie arrived at Crimson Grove, a renowned entertainment club in Aquapolis. The club, though not yet at its peak, was bustling. Booming music and flashing lights created a decadent atmosphere. Laughter and the scent of hormones permeated the air. Maggie immediately attracted attention; men whispered and whistled, while women eyed her with rivalry. Calmly, Maggie navigated the crowd toward William Hansley's table.

William, a well-known third-generation tycoon, occupied a prominent seat. Maggie saw him surrounded by two women and other young masters with their own entourages.

"What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Hansley."

Maggie's smile drew attention. Even William, accustomed to beautiful women, sat up, captivated. Her fair complexion, not artificial, resembled fine mutton-fat jade. Her petite face exuded a cold, alluring charm. There was no flirtation, yet her smile was captivating. The other women paled in comparison.

"I've heard so much about you, Ms. Adam." William stood, extending his hand. Beautiful women deserved to be treated well.

Maggie shook his hand. William gestured for her to sit, and the two women beside him made way, albeit reluctantly.