Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 662 Noah sat beside Ryan. The table in front of them was piled high with food. Noah ate with a voracious appetite, his movements fast and precise, the aroma making it impossible not to salivate. Ryan, who hadn't eaten properly for over a day, couldn't help smacking his lips. But he was acutely aware of his precarious position. When he tried to slip away, he immediately got yanked back. The sudden tug almost caused Noah to spill the hot soup he had just lifted to his lips. Quick as ever, he managed to avoid it, but the soup still splashed onto the floor.

Noah's expression darkened. He frowned at Ryan. "What do you think you're doing?" Ryan froze, finally realizing that a thick rope was tied around his wrist, the other end secured to Noah's hand. "|... [need to go to the bathroom..." he stammered, trembling. Noah's tone was cold. "After | finish eating." With that, he bent down irritably to clean up the mess. Normally, ---- someone else would have handled it, but Noah was fastidious- he insisted on tidying up his own spills. Terrified, Ryan immediately knelt to help.

Once the floor was cleaned, Noah resumed eating, and Ryan watched silently, swallowing hard. "You're hungry too. Eat," Noah said matter-of-factly. Granted permission, Ryan's excitement peaked. He grabbed a large piece of cake, but hesitated before taking a bite, glancing nervously at Noah. He didn't know if this man intended to toy with him or had some other hidden motive. "Go ahead. It's not poisoned. We're in an airport-any disturbance here and | can't even get out," Noah said, scarfing down another mouthful.

Relieved, Ryan quickly devoured the cake, then continued on to other dishes until he was full. Only then did he dare look at Noah again. "Um... you saved me last night, but... why were you looking for me?" he asked, feigning ignorance. Noah's physique and skill made it clear he wasn't an ordinary man. Even if he wasn't part of the group intent on silencing Ryan, he was organized and deliberate-tying him up was proof ---- enough "Don't pretend you don't know," Noah said, finally finishing his meal. Despite his full stomach, he tossed a cookie into his mouth, still unsatisfied.

His gaze swept over Ryan's face, where a bandage covered fresh wounds. "You have no way out now. Leave me, and that group will catch you immediately. You should know they aren't joking. Whether or not you have what they want, you won't get out alive." "There's another option," he continued. "I can hand you over to the authorities. You'll get protection, but you'll be locked up for years." Noah had uncovered Ryan's secret. He was a junkie, covered in needle marks, unclean, and couldn't withstand an investigation. Frankly, if it weren't for the mission, Noah would have let him fend for himself.

Ryan wilted instantly. He had thought reaching the airport would give him a chance to escape. But now, even if Noah loosened the rope, he dared not move. "Please... save me. | didn't mean to provoke anyone. Just let me live, and I'll give you the stuff... whatever you want "The stuff is on you, isn't it?" Noah leaned back against the sofa, eyes cold.