Too Good for You The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 156

It didn't take long for Noelle to arrive at David's racing team headquarters.

Two men stood guard at the entrance. When they saw she had come alone, they reluctantly opened the gate to let her in. Clearly, they were prepared for trouble.

She parked, stepped out, and walked into the reception hall.

There was Alexis—tied tightly to a pillar, gagged with a rag stuffed in her mouth.

The moment she saw Noelle, Alexis struggled desperately against the ropes, but she was bound too tightly to break free.

David emerged from an inner room, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His grin was laced with malice. "Ms. Quinn, long time no see. Welcome to my team's headquarters. Or should I call you… Number 7?"

Noelle's gaze remained steady. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He sneered. "Don't bother pretending. You're Number 7, and that woman over there is Number 9. I've reviewed the racing footage multiple times. I couldn't be wrong."

Her brow arched slightly, but she gave nothing away. "If that's what you believe, then so be it. But kidnapping a national team racer? That's a serious crime. Don't tell me you've never heard of the law, Mr. Anderson."

David's face twisted with malice as he strode up to her, his voice low and icy. "Because of you, I was humiliated in front of everyone at that exhibition game. Do you think I give a damn about breaking the law now?"

Noelle let out a cold laugh. "You lost fair and square. You agreed to the stakes yourself. I didn't force you. I've never seen anyone so incapable of accepting defeat."

His eyes narrowed. His hand shot out as if to grab her throat, but she moved faster, clamping down hard on his wrist.

Immediately, one of his men pressed a knife against Alexis' neck. "Don't move!"

The knife was poised over her artery; one slip and it would be fatal.

Noelle's voice dropped to a deadly calm. "This is between you and me. Why take it out on someone innocent? That's beneath even street thugs. Or have you forgotten the rules of your own world?"

She twisted his wrist, forcing him to grimace and yank free. His smile turned cruel. "If I expose your little secret—that you and your apprentice ran an underground race—you'll never be allowed on the international circuit again. Her career will be over before it starts."

She spat in contempt. "I hate men who talk in circles. What do you want?"

His eyes gleamed with malice. "If you want me to let this go, I'll take one thing in exchange. One of you—either you or your apprentice—loses the tendons in your hand. Your choice. Consider it my generous mercy."

Noelle gave a low, mocking laugh. "That's it?"

Alexis' muffled cries grew frantic as tears streamed down her face.

The knife was just about to fall when a gunshot cracked through the hall.

David screamed, stumbling backward as blood spurted from his arm. He dropped, writhing on the floor in agony.

Before his crew could react, the doors burst open. Dozens of SWAT officers stormed in, weapons raised, surrounding the entire room.

Albert charged inside, breathless. "Boss, I made it in time, right?"

Noelle had already kicked away the men holding her, rushing to untie Alexis. "Any later and my hand would've been gone."

In a few swift motions, she freed Alexis. Then, she turned and froze when she saw Hunter standing behind Albert, his eyes dark with worry.

Noelle gave him a faint, almost teasing smile.

But Hunter didn't hesitate. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.