Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 128: Noah Grant, Stay Away From Me!

Elias Crowe was taken aback, his brows furrowing abruptly, "Attorney Grant, how... how could Miss Vera possibly be here with President Kane?"

His speech sped up slightly, clashing with the almost eruptive anxiety and cold fury in Noah Grant’s eyes, causing his heart to sink, "She’s... missing?"

Noah Grant sharply caught on that Elias seemed truly unaware, but without a moment’s hesitation, forcefully shoved him aside and stormed in with an air of low pressure!

His eyes, like those of a hawk, swept across the empty, deathly still hall.

"Where’s Ian Kane?!" The man’s low, frigid inquiry echoed in the high-ceilinged space.

Elias hurried to catch up, "President Kane is upstairs receiving an IV! Attorney Grant, are you suspecting President Kane of—"

"Barrister Grant, breaking into a private residence late at night, what do you want?" A raspy male voice coldly descended from above.

Noah Grant quickly looked up.

By the carved railing on the second floor, Ian Kane was leaning there.

The black silk robe he wore accentuated his pallor, the weariness of his illness evident.

His left arm hung in a sling at his chest, his manner appeared languid, yet his deep, inscrutable eyes were as sharp as knives, looking down from above.

Elias immediately stepped forward, raising his voice to explain, "President Kane, Attorney Grant is here looking for your wife, she’s gone missing!"

Ian Kane, hearing this, suddenly clutched the railing tightly!

His knuckles protruded and turned white in an instant, and a sharp bead of blood seeped from the needle mark on the back of his hand.

His thin lips pressed into a cold line—midday at the police station, Julian Grant’s convoy crashed into his mind!

"Noah Grant!" he roared in fury, his voice tearing through the stagnant atmosphere, "Why don’t you ask your Grant Family?! In their eyes, Vera has only ever been a stain clinging to your Second Master Grant!"

This implied that the Grant Family had done something to Vera!

Noah Grant’s jaw tensed like a blade, his gaze darkened, "My Grant Family acts uprightly, unlike your despicable shamelessness!"

Every word was resolute and forceful, an unyielding defense of family honor, a mark of confidence!

The Grant Family’s tradition is honest and rigorous, they would never harm Vera!

"Ian Kane, you better not have touched her this time!" Leaving this warning, Noah Grant abruptly turned and stormed off, his departing figure brimming with lingering rage.

"You Grants better not have touched her either!" Ian Kane slammed the railing with his palm, blurting out his words, his eyes instantly tinged with red.

Noah Grant’s figure disappeared beyond the first-floor door.

Ian Kane spun around and rushed back into his room, tearing his coat off aggressively while dialing the phone,

"Jasper! Did you do something to Vera?!"

The cold questioning jolted the drowsy Jasper Crowe awake, "Me? Do something to her? Ian Kane! What on earth are you ranting about in the middle of the night?!"

"Beep——" The line was cut.

Ian Kane’s gaze sharpened, his thumb heavily pressing another number: "Justin! Did you do something to Vera?"

Justin was his die-hard loyalist, many shady dealings had been executed by him.

"Kane." Justin immediately set aside the mahjong tiles, signaling his men to hush, looking bewildered and aggrieved, "Sis-in-law—that woman, what’s up with her?"

Impatience stained Ian Kane’s brow, "Did you or did you not do anything to her?"

Justin, "No! I’d want to help you get some payback... but, am I crazy enough to dare?"

Ian Kane flung the phone onto the thick carpet, yanking off the sling on his left arm, ignoring the fresh blood oozing from his hand. He dressed swiftly and started heading out.

"President Kane!" Elias caught up at the door, noticing the blood seeping on his hand and the half-drained IV bottle, he urgently called out, "The IV isn’t finished yet!"

Ian Kane turned a deaf ear, grabbing his car keys, pausing for a brief moment at the door, he commanded sternly without looking back, "Contact the traffic control center immediately, pull up all city surveillance! Dig even three feet deep, find her for me!"

Elias watched the back, brimming with alarming hostility, his brows knotting.

Wasn’t it said he didn’t want Vera? Wasn’t there an explicit order of "Don’t report anything about Vera to me"?

He really thought the lunatic had come to his senses.

Elias pulled himself together, twitching his mouth corners, swiftly going to carry out his boss’s instructions.

...

In the dim car cabin, only the cold light from the dashboard illuminated the space, Ian Kane grasped the steering wheel with one hand, a cigarette between his lips.

After ruling out the possibility of Vera being kidnapped, based on Elias’ report, he turned the steering wheel and drove into the alley behind the art gallery—Vera was last seen here.

At the fork in the road, Ian Kane looked at the sign for "Sidon Chess Club" and "Ardendale Ballet," frowning slightly before extinguishing the cigarette butt and almost without any hesitation, turned left toward the Sidon Chess Club.

Previously, whenever she was upset, she would always visit the chess club.

—Because of Noah Grant!

Half an hour earlier, at the same crossroads, making the same choice, Noah Grant had driven toward the Ardendale Ballet.

At that time, he pushed open the heavy wooden door of the auditorium.

A warm light shone on his face as he stepped in, the next second, his figure suddenly froze.

On the empty stage, there was only a single beam of light.

Vera was dressed in a pure white practice outfit, her long hair messily tied into a bun, a few strands of hair stuck by sweat to her smooth forehead and neck.

Her pointe shoes were poised, her injured right foot drawing a defiant arc in the air, tinged with a hint of ruthlessness.

The intense and tumultuous, tearing modern dance music roared.

She wasn’t dancing gracefully, but seemed to be venting.

With each leap, she exerted all her strength, the crisp sound of her pointe shoes hitting the floor echoed through the empty hall, carrying a sensation of pain.

Her arm extensions were no longer gentle lines but were filled with tension, as if trying to tear apart an invisible cage.

Her body rose and fell fiercely with the beat of the music, twisting, falling, and striving to leap up again, sweat had long drenched her thin clothing, outlining the tense and trembling line of her back.

At the edge of the stage, several empty cocktail bottles lay scattered, reflecting shattered light in the dimness.

Noah Grant’s Adam’s apple rolled heavily, his chest feeling gripped by an intense force.

She was sad...

On stage, Vera’s movements grew faster and more intense, as if wanting to utterly burn away all pent-up emotions with the last note.

After a high-speed spin, she leapt forcefully but lost her balance upon landing due to the discomfort of her right foot and the excessive depletion of energy!

"Careful!" Noah Grant’s heart almost leaped out of his chest as he dashed onto the stage in a single bound!

Just as she stumbled and was about to fall, a steady, strong arm encircled her sweaty waist.

Vera fell into his warm, familiar-scented embrace.

The immense force made both of them sway, Noah Grant used his body to bear all her weight.

Vera panted heavily, entirely exhausted, sweat dripping from her jaw, spreading over the creamy white of her swan-like neck.

Startled, she looked up, her moist eyelashes trembling, meeting eyes filled with worry and tenderness, depth close at hand.

The stage’s top lights outlined his silhouette from behind, his face slightly blurry in backlight.

"...Noah Grant..." Vera silently mouthed his name, her voice carrying the hoarseness from intense movement and a hint of disbelief.

The scent around her was filled with his mature and steady masculine aura.

Noah Grant gazed down at her flushed, wet face, gently brushing away the strands sticking to her cheek with his fingertips, "Why did you come here to drink and dance alone?"

Vera’s nose tingled, saying nothing, her drunken, watery eyes fixed on his handsome, dignified face.

"Because of my father?"

Vera’s body visibly stiffened in his arms.

In an instant, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she sharply turned her face, struggling to stand upright, "What does Uncle Grant have to do with me?"

She pushed him away forcefully, "Noah Grant, stay away from me!" Her tone was resolute yet tinged with trembling sobs.

Noah Grant felt a sudden clench in his chest, but instead, he tightened his grip.

The next moment, his gaze locked onto her eye corner... a sudden rolling drop of tear.

His Adam’s apple rolled intensely, the scorching pain surging in his chest shattered his rationality completely, his burning lips with scorching breath abruptly covered her cool, slightly trembling softness.