Chapter 126 - His Mysterious Mistress

Noah did not return or send a message even in the afternoon.

Christy turned on her phone to check where he was. Only then did she find out that Noah's phone was not located in the Dalton Hotel, but in.... Two words, "the Scavo's", were shown on the screen.

The Scavo's?

He was at the Scavo's?

No, if he changed his plan temporarily, he would have told her in advance for sure. Why would he go to the Scavo's without saying a word?

Christy immediately prepared herself for the worst. Noah might be under someone's control. That person took away Noah's phone and was waiting for her to contact him.

Noah had never failed in so many years. It seemed that he had encountered a strong rival this time.

The "strong rival", Ferne Dalton, was cursing in his heart while trying to maintain the smile on his face.

He looked at Noah and said, "It's not me that caught you and took you here."

Noah smiled sinisterly, "Oh?"

Ferne didn't know what to say.

Well, it seemed that the misunderstanding would remain.

He sat on a wooden bench by their side and said, "You should have seen it in the news."

The organizer of the bachelors' party had already been sent to a trial. Since the materials of the case were submitted in time and Ferne had been helping them, that organizer would be convicted for sure. People behind him had probably abandoned him, too. However, he still refused to withdraw his previous remarks or admit his guilt. He still pretended that he did not know about the girl who had died and been founded in the trunk of his car, even when both witnesses and material evidence were there.

The police had worked hard for several days, but they only caught a scapegoat who refused to admit his guilt in the end.

The guests who had gone to the party also covered for each other, saying that with everyone wearing masks, they did not know who the organizer was, who the other guests were, or what had happened to the girl in the trunk.

In their words, "Everyone comes here to have fun. Who cares who the others are? We just want to enjoy ourselves!"

The girl's death was also like a joke. No one knew why a girl had died there, or what it had to do with them. Most of them repeated the same sentence in the police station, "Why on earth would I know?"

In order to avoid causing an unnecessary panic, in the news the group of people arrested in the middle of the night were described as gamblers.

The world always preached beauty and wrapped ugliness and dirt under a beautiful cover. As a result, people were tricked by the beautiful appearance and then fell into an abyss all the time.

Noah didn't say anything, because all of those were within his expectations.

There were bugs all over the world. They crowded together and flourished by reproduction like maggots in a cesspool.

What the police had destroyed was just one of their dwellings. But the police didn't know that their dwellings were everywhere in the world.

Ferne turned to look at him. "I know what you're thinking, but if you really know something, I hope you won't act alone. I hope you can trust us this time."

"Trust you?" Noah curled up his lips slightly, smiling ironically, "Are you also a police officer?"

"I used to be."

"Why are you not now?"

Ferne didn't answer. He wanted to say that he quitted because he went home to get married and to inherit his family's property, but he knew that was just an excuse. In his heart, that was not the real reason.

Noah suddenly said, "Three years ago, in the Fortune Jewelry case, a robber escaped through the back door. The captain chased him because he was too eager to get a reward. But he was taken hostage by another robber hiding at the back door in the end."

Ferne glared at him with his eyes widened, clenching his fists subconsciously.

"Letting the two robbers run away was no big deal, but you didn't want to give up that opportunity to seize them. In the fight, your team member sacrificed himself to save you." Noah raised his eyebrows with a cut slightly, and his rough gaze was cast on Ferne's pale face, "And you, out of anger, shot four bullets into a robber's head."

Ferne suddenly exploded and punched Noah, "You did that on purpose!"

Noah dodged his punch by a few millimeters, but right after that, Ferne's second punch came, "You could have warned me that night, but you didn't! That girl could have lived!"

The second punch was landed exactly on Noah's face. As his arms and legs were tied up, Noah couldn't dodge the second punch at all.

Ferne rode on Noah's body to punch his face with all his strength as he roared, "But you want that girl dead, so you can provoke me! Is that right?"

"So that I would willingly send that trash to prison!"

"So that I would go all out to dig out their hiding place guiltily!"

"Is that right?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears almost welled up. Lying on the floor, Noah pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek. Although his boldly outlined face and straight eyebrows made him look upright, his eyes were filled with disdain. As if he was trying to provoke Ferne, he said something irritating again, "I thought it would take you some time to realize that."

"You bastard!" Ferne punched him again, "Bastard! That's a life!"

"I know that's a life!" Noah's hit Ferne on the forehead with his head, "But many people have lost their lives and you didn't even notice them!"

Ferne was knocked dizzy. He was not knocked over only because he had immediately grabbed Noah's collar tightly.

Noah swept his teeth with the tip of his tongue and he tasted blood. His cut eyebrow was raised high and his eyes were filled with violent rage as he said, "You want a fight? Untie the ropes and let's have a fight!"

The two of them did not notice that the door of the wine cellar was opened. A waitress walked down from outside and saw them after a few steps.

The eyes of the three of them met.

Ferne was silent.

So was Noah.

And so was the waitress.

The waitress hurriedly lowered her head and headed out, and then she closed the door again tightly. A waiter who was waiting for her outside asked, "Where is the wine the guest wants? Why didn't you bring it out?"

The waitress hemmed and hawed with her head lowered. The waiter sighed, "Forget it. I'll go get it myself."

"No, there're people inside."

"So what?"

The waitress blushed and didn't know how to explain.

The waiter suddenly thought of something. He could tell there was gossip, "What did you see?"

"I saw our boss."

"With a girl?" The waiter was convinced that their boss didn't like his wife and was hiding a mysterious mistress somewhere, but he could never have thought that their boss would hide his mistress in the wine cellar! How exciting!

"With a man." The waitress recalled the scene she had just seen and blushed again.

The waiter was dumbfounded as if he had eaten something disgusting, "What?"

"Our boss is riding on a man."

The waiter was shocked as he thought that was some kind of game in sex.

"That man is tied up. He can't move, and he seems to be struggling."

The waiter's jaw dropped.

He could never have thought that their boss was a player!

"Untie the ropes. Let's have a good fight." Lying on his back, Noah felt his neck was stiff because he had been raising his head for a long time. He lay back on the floor and said angrily, as if his voice was also stained with blood, "Untie them."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Ferne stood up and looked down at him, "How can I be any match for you?"

Noah didn't know what to say.

Ferne took a photo of Noah's face and then walked out with his phone.

"Hey! Aren't you afraid that others will come in and find me?" Veins appeared on Noah's forehead as he knitted his brows. At that moment, the rough outline of his face was somewhat frightening, and he was surrounded in an aura of anger and hostility.

Ferne nodded, "You do have a point."

He found a lock from the cabinet and smiled at Noah, "Don't worry, no one will find you now."

Noah kept quiet.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheeks again as he watched the door of the wine cellar close. He only had one thought in his mind.

If he could caught Ferne in the future, he would teach him a lesson.

After Ferne got out of the wine cellar, he immediately made a call, "Help me look up a guy. The name is Rodney Patrick. It might be a fake name. I have sent his photo to you on WeChat. See if you can get his file. Also, erase the record. Don't let anyone discover that we are looking for his file. And don't tell anyone, including the captain."

Not long after, Ferne got the information.

Ferne could tell at a glance that the information was fake. Fortunately, at least he knew his real name was Noah Sachs.

After saying thank you and his warning to the informant again, Ferne went to the garage, got out his car and headed straight for the Pecker's.

It seemed like he must ask Trevor for help.