Chapter 136

• As he held the baby tenderly in his arms, a single glance into the infant's eyes was all it took for Noel to confirm that this was indeed his nephew, Liam. The poor little one seemed to recognize him, reaching out with his tiny fingers, and Noel felt a surge of anger so intense that it felt like his blood was boiling. These despicable creatures had subjected his innocent nephew to such a traumatic ordeal.
• If it wasn't for the calming voice of his mate echoing in his mind, constantly urging him to maintain his composure so that the rest of their plan could proceed smoothly, he would have given in to his rage and exacted immediate vengeance.
• "Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you," the vile woman who dared to call herself Carla said, taking Harold's hand as they hurried over to their accomplices who had been waiting for them with a car that Noel had just noticed. In a matter of moments, the only trace of them at the border was a puff of smoke from the car's engine.