Noah's Scandal(3)

David's knees almost buckled as he absorbed the information. "Yes, sir. Understood."

"Good. Now, unless you want to risk your job, I suggest you don't bother him further. Handle whatever situation you're dealing with appropriately. That will be all." The call ended abruptly.

The manager slowly lowered the phone, his face pale as a sheet. He turned back to Noah, his expression a mix of awe and fear. "Mr. Thompson, my sincerest apologies. I didn't know… I mean, I wasn't aware of your position."

Noah smirked and crossed his arms. "Now you are. So, let's wrap this up. I suggest you handle the real issue here." He gestured toward Layla, whose face was now a mix of panic and defiance.

The manager nodded hastily, wiping his brow. "Yes, of course. Security, take her to the interrogation room. She will pay for the costs of all the damages that happened here."