Noah gritted his teeth as he stared at his manager. "I would never ask for help from that bastard."
The manager raised an eyebrow, taken aback. "You know Ryder?"
Noah let out a dry laugh, his expression darkening. "Oh, I know him very well. He's a devil in disguise. You don't want to deal with someone like him." He could still feel the weight of last night, the confusion, the anger, the humiliation.
Every time his mind wandered back to it, a knot formed in his stomach. It was like being trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.
Noah stormed out of the office, his thoughts swirling in frustration and disbelief. As he made his way home, all he could think about was the mess his life had become. Elijah had ripped everything away from him, and now Ryder—of all people—was being suggested as his savior.
The irony wasn't lost on him, but it only fueled his anger further.
