Hostility Toward Richa

"Damn it, so it really was me who arranged the meeting and ended up with this despicable nuisance?" Noah couldn't accept it. How could he? He'd rather be taken by a stranger than have anything to do with Feder. The worst part was that Feder clearly preferred women but had agreed to this.

"Is this man insane?"

Damn it, why did he agree?

Noah scratched his head in frustration, feeling on the verge of madness. What if our people find out about this? Feder is part of the Brantley family.

Feder, standing there smoking, watched Noah's frantic state with a growing smirk. He leaned closer to Noah's ear, blowing smoke as he asked, "So, Noah, my sweet little Noah, care to come home with me?"

"Get lost."

Noah immediately kicked Feder, avoiding his touch. "Try approaching me again, and I'll kill you."

Noah pulled out a knife, pressing it against Feder's neck, his eyes filled with rage.

Feder laughed softly, seemingly amused. He looked down at Noah, tapping the ash from his cigarette. "Do you really think this little thing can hurt me?"

"Let's find out."

Noah's eyes narrowed, and he pressed the knife harder against Feder's neck, drawing blood. But even seeing his own blood, Feder remained calm, showing no fear. He continued to smoke, blowing smoke into Noah's face again, but this time his eyes were cold and sharp, with a hint of menace.

"You can't just rough me up because I like you. If I lose control, I don't even know what I'd do. You wouldn't want to find out, would you?"

Though his tone was steady, the threat was palpable, making Noah tense up. He had heard plenty of rumors about Feder—how he killed without blinking, how he sat on corpses smoking afterwards, his clothes drenched in blood. A classic psychopathic killer.

Damn, what bad luck.

Noah sheathed the knife, angry and unwilling to fight Feder head-on. Feder didn't stop him, simply watched Noah leave, smoke swirling around him.

After Noah left, Feder finally took out his constantly vibrating phone, answering with a puff of smoke. "Got a bit busy, couldn't answer your call."

The man on the other end frowned, clearly displeased, but couldn't reprimand Feder directly. He asked coldly, "How's the task I assigned you?"

"I've made contact with Isaac and Thomas," Feder said, phone to his ear while washing his hands.

"Good. Whatever they need, give it to them. Support them fully."

Feder wiped his hands with a paper towel, asking, "Is this much investment necessary? Isaac and Thomas don't seem very capable."

"I don't care about their abilities. I just want them to cause trouble for Alex. Once Alex is down, Rick won't stand a chance."

The man's voice trembled with anger, barely contained. Feder could easily sense it.

"Shouldn't we do something about your brother too? It wouldn't be hard to get rid of him," Feder suggested.

"No, don't kill him. If he dies now, Grandma will suspect us, and we won't be able to inherit her estate."

As expected, money was always the motivator, cooling the man's anger.

Feder found it amusing but didn't say so. "I'll leave now; staying too long will arouse suspicion."

Feder ended the call and left the restroom, winding through the corridors before entering a private room. Inside, Isaac and Thomas were waiting. Seeing Feder, they signaled the women to start serving.

Two women, not wanting to keep him waiting, quickly clung to Feder's arms, speaking in sweet, seductive tones. "You've been gone so long, we've been so lonely."

"Yeah, it's been so dull without you."

They pressed close, giving him a full view of their ample assets.

Isaac and Thomas immediately started flattering, "Without you, we didn't know what to do. It felt so empty."

"Brantley family values us so much, sending you here personally. We're deeply grateful. Let's toast to you."

"I'll toast to you too."

Feder smiled, raising his glass to toast with them, then downing it in one go.

"Impressive drinking skills."

"So handsome and such a good drinker."

The women on either side of Feder praised him, acting shy and coy. Feder, knowing it was all an act, played along, allowing their advances.

He turned to Isaac and Thomas. "I'll leave Alex's issue to you then."

Isaac and Thomas agreed eagerly, grateful for Brantley's support, determined to stay in Feder's good graces.

After two hours of drinking with Noah and the others, Richa finally retrieved his phone. He stepped out of the private room and walked to a small balcony at the end of the hallway, dialing a number. But the call went unanswered, the phone ringing endlessly.

Richa frowned, checking the time—already early morning. He decided not to call again, heading instead toward the restrooms. But turning a corner, he ran into Feder, who was just leaving a private room, surrounded by women.

Feder sneered, "So Noah is here because of you."

Richa didn't respond, glancing at the women with Feder before coldly walking past him.

Feder laughed, unfazed, but his eyes grew colder. As expected of the Brantley family, always so irritating.

### Chapter 62: Dreamwalking to His Room?

Noah exited the private room to find Richa, but instead ran into Feder. His brow furrowed immediately. Feder smirked at him, but before he could say anything, Noah turned and went back to his room, slamming the door.

Feder's eyes turned colder, thinking, "Such a disobedient boy."

Inside, the others saw Noah return in a foul mood, downing his drink angrily. They asked curiously, "What happened, Noah? Why so angry?"

"Nothing. Just ran into some scumbag."

Noah slammed his glass on the table, claiming it was nothing, but his anger only grew. The others, seeing his temper, didn't dare provoke him further, quietly drinking their own drinks.

"Damn it, that cursed womanizer."

The more Noah thought about it, the angrier he got.

No, I need to get checked out tomorrow. Who knows if that bastard has a disease?

Noah quickly made an appointment on his phone.

Early the next morning, Kyle woke up groggily, reaching for his phone to check the time. He saw a missed call from "Uncle," and panicked, scrambling to sit up, nearly dropping the phone.

"He... he called back?"

Kyle pinched himself, feeling the pain. It wasn't a dream.

He wanted to call back but hesitated, fearing the worst.

"What if he wants to break up?"

Kyle's face turned pale, his heart filled with dread. After a month of no contact, a sudden call could only mean one thing—a breakup.

Terrified, Kyle threw his phone aside, not daring to look at it. He hugged himself and cried, convinced the call was to end things.

"That bastard, that heartless jerk."

Kyle punched the bed in frustration, crying his heart out.

"Kyle, are you awake?"

Mark's voice and a knock on the door interrupted his sobbing. Kyle quickly wiped his tears, taking deep breaths to calm down.

Once he composed himself, he got up to open the door. Seeing Kyle's red, puffy eyes, Mark immediately asked, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

Kyle burst into tears again, hugging Mark tightly. "He... he called. He's probably going to break up with me."

"What? That scumbag called?"

Mark was livid, his anger flaring up.

Kyle nodded, crying harder, feeling utterly wronged.

"That bastard, I'm going to teach him a lesson." Mark was ready to fight.

He pulled away from Kyle, determination in his eyes. "Take me to his company. I'll make him pay."

"But... he's really big. You probably can't beat him."

Kyle didn't want Mark to get hurt, hesitating to agree.

"I won't fight him head-on. I'll ambush him, knock him out, and bring him to you so you can talk." Mark flexed his pale arm confidently.

Kyle still felt uneasy, worried about Mark getting hurt. He hesitated.

"Are you worried about him? After everything he's done to you?"

"It's not that. I'm just worried you'll get hurt, and doing this might be illegal." Kyle's voice was small and hesitant.

"He broke the law too. You're still a student, and he's an adult. What he did isn't right."

Kyle couldn't argue with that. Despite his anxiety, he wanted to understand what was going on.

"Okay, I'll take you to his company."

"That's more like it."

Mark beamed, patting Kyle's shoulder in encouragement.

Kyle blushed slightly, feeling like Mark was more of an older brother, always helping him out.

"Let's eat quickly and head out."

"Okay."

Kyle nodded obediently.

"Wife."

Alex's voice came from the doorway.

Startled, Mark turned to Alex, nervously asking, "When did you get here?"

"Why? Did you do something you shouldn't have?" Alex asked with a playful smile.

"Who did anything wrong? I'm not really your wife," Mark retorted, his temper flaring.

Alex just smiled, not taking offense. He knew Mark would always respond like this.

"I have a question."

Mark suddenly pulled Kyle aside, glancing at Alex by the door.

"What is it?"

Kyle was confused by Mark's secrecy.

Mark lowered his voice, speaking into Kyle's ear, "That jerk Alex said I sleepwalked into his room last night. Is it true?"

Sleepwalked?

Kyle's lips twitched, knowing full well Alex had