Chapter 174 Brown Folder

• Noah adjusted his suit with a calm elegance, his silver hair catching the light as he eased into the head chair. His gaze was impenetrable, commanding authority and showing indifference that made everyone hold their breath. "Elizabeth, darling, take a seat," he instructed.
• Without hesitation, Elizabeth obeyed, retreating to her chair like an obedient child, though the fire in her eyes remained. There was something strikingly similar between Noah and Ethan—their calm demeanor in the face of unusual situations. It was a calm too perfect to be real, especially given the circumstances, and yet it exuded an aura of power. Despite their polarizing personalities, both men were breathtakingly magnetic, even when drenched in negativity.
• "I'm not going to waste your time or mine," Noah began, folding his hands over his lap, his voice smooth and unnervingly measured. "And I apologize for the way you were brought here. Must’ve been rough." His lips curled into a thin smile, almost as if he found amusement in Brandon's discomfort.