Chapter 571

Christian raised an eyebrow and said, "Nothing much, just want you to forgive me."

He stood there, tall and imposing, his head tilted slightly, exuding that effortless arrogance and entitlement that came with being born into privilege.

Noelle bit her lip, walked to the nearest table, picked up a plate, and smashed it hard onto the ground.

Then, she looked up at him, her voice sharp. "Mr. Blackwood, did that sound good?"

Christian watched her and raised an eyebrow. "Not loud enough."

Noelle moved to the next table and swept everything off the surface—cups, plates, silverware—all crashing loudly to the floor. The clattering was deafening.

She asked again, "Loud enough now?"

Christian still shook his head, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Noelle, no longer holding back, went from table to table, knocking everything off—cups, plates, half-eaten meals, untouched drinks—all crashing into a chaotic mess.

The once pristine floor was now littered with shattered