CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 189: HER MAN

Vera Sheridan paused, her indifferent gaze falling on Ian’s eyebrows, "So, it seems we’ve settled our accounts, don’t you think?"

Her tone was devoid of any emotion or feeling, calm and rational, merely reasoning and negotiating.

And, drawing clear boundaries!

Not out of any pity for Ian Kane.

The faint light in Ian’s eyes slowly dimmed... but the corners of his lips lifted in an arrogant curve, "Quite good."

The air was tense for a second.

Vera nodded, glanced at Justin’s flushed face, and turned expressionless.

Noah Grant had already arrived in front of her, his tall figure casting a shadow, enveloping her in that small space, the mature male scent mixed with tobacco surrounding her.

He clasped her shoulders with both hands, lowered his head to scrutinize her, his Adam’s apple moving, and his tone carried a hint of anger, "Was it Vivian Langdon?"

Ian’s eyelids lifted.

Justin was helped into the bedroom by two subordinates, leaning lazily against the railing, lighting a cigarette.

Vera tilted her chin slightly, looking at Noah Grant’s red-rimmed, obviously tired sunken eyes, "It’s only confirmed they were extreme fans of Vivian, but they don’t admit Vivian incited them, and of course, there’s no evidence either."

She had seen the private messages between Vivian Langdon and the man in the raincoat, which seemed to be advising but in fact were inciting, and Vivian had completely distanced herself from it.

Noah Grant clenched his molars tightly, the next moment, he pulled Vera into his arms, his large hand covering the back of her head, thin lips kissing the crown of her hair.

The man’s heart pounding like a drum, shaking her through his chest cavity.

Vera took a deep breath of his scent, "It’s alright now."

In her peripheral vision, they embraced each other, Ian Kane’s throat blocked, he bit the cigarette, and his loosely clenched fist knocked on the railing.

"Second Master Grant, kindly withdraw your people, if the Kane Group’s stock drops a point tomorrow, I’ll hold you accountable!"

He leaned against the railing, the buttons of his white shirt undone, a cigarette dangling from his sharp lips, and just like that, under the gallery lights’ shadows, squinting at them with an expression of arrogance and defiance.

Noah Grant deeply inhaled the scent from the top of Vera’s head, kissed gently, then slowly turned his face, lightly patting Vera’s back with a warm, deep voice, "Go wait for me in the car first?"

Vera murmured an "Mm", secretly squeezed his arm with her right hand, her eyes gazing at him, silently advising him not to clash with Ian Kane.

Noah Grant responded by gently stroking her back.

Ian Kane had already started up the stairs.

On the second floor, Noah Grant called out to him.

By then, Vera had already left the villa.

Ian Kane turned his head, his pale, thin, handsome face showing no expression, his eyes cold and sinister.

Noah Grant’s dignified and mature face was solemn, his dark eyes unblinkingly fixed on Ian’s brows, his tone sincere, "Ian Kane, thank you for saving Vera."

Ian was visibly stunned, then quickly scoffed, putting one hand in his pocket, flicking the ash off with the other, "My people were protecting my ex-wife, my former family, and kin!"

He was full of confidence, arrogant, "In what capacity do you thank me, Noah Grant?"

Time and tide wait for no one.

Once, when Ian Kane wasn’t around and Vera was troubled by her mother, he had similarly thanked Noah Grant.

Noah Grant knew he would retort, and didn’t take it to heart, but still "stated the truth", "As her current partner, Ian Kane, I sincerely thank you."

Ian Kane’s chest tightened, jealousy and bitterness spreading like vines, rapidly crawling over his white eyes, glaring red.

Unwilling to back down, he struck straight at Noah’s sore spot, "Where’s the status?! Will your esteemed Grant Family let her in?!"

"She almost got disfigured before even entering the door...!"

Noah Grant nodded, "It’s my dereliction, I admit."

"The Grant Family currently doesn’t deserve her either."

Ian Kane choked.

Noah Grant looked at him honestly, his demeanor humble but unyielding, "Ian Kane, the point is, you’re out of the picture long ago, she’s chosen me."

"Now, I request you to hand over that acid-throwing thug to me, I’ll handle the aftermath."

Ian Kane seemed to find it amusing, "Hand over to you, with the police involved, no evidence whatsoever."

"Or do you want your Grant family’s long-standing friends’ daughter to escape scot-free?"

Noah Grant wasn’t provoked by him, his tone deepened, "Ian Kane, you know my tactics."

Ian’s eyes flickered.

Between the two men, a tacit understanding only they knew flowed.

Once, he had Justin castrate a thug harassing Vera, while Noah Grant ensured that same thug with a criminal record wouldn’t escape again, getting him convicted for attempted rape...

Ian Kane glanced at him, uninterested, ready to leave.

At this moment, the police quickly came upstairs, Captain Chambers blocking Ian Kane, "Mr. Kane, Vera has filed a report, please hand over the acid-throwing thug to the police."

"We need to file an investigation."

Ian Kane bit down on the cigarette.

Clearly, Vera didn’t want to owe him anymore and reported it again, leaving it to the police to handle!

He forcefully swallowed down the blockage in his throat, saying indifferently, "In the basement."

The police quickly went to the basement and took away the one known as Darknight’s Justice.

...

Vera leaned back in Noah Grant’s car, as the fear, anxiety, and panic of nearly twenty hours slowly receded like the tide.

She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent within the car, eyelids shut, gradually... drifting into sleep.

Ian Kane was a storm;

Noah Grant, a peaceful harbor.