For the next 30 minutes, Anderson carefully went through each bag, checking the items against the store’s delivery receipt.
The other guards stood at a respectful distance, watching with awe as the mountain of luxury goods was accounted for.
Each piece was as impeccable and high-end as the next—handcrafted bags, silk scarves, designer belts, and more.
This was wealth on a different level, the kind most of them had only seen on TV.
After verifying the entire delivery, Anderson began carefully transferring the bags into the guard office near the mansion’s gate.
His movements were careful and professional—no rushing, no careless handling.
He knew how valuable each item was, but more importantly, he understood that Noah Thompson wasn’t the type of person you wanted to disappoint.
After securely placing all the Hermès bags in the guards’ office, Anderson turned to face his men, his voice firm as he delivered his final instruction.
“No one is allowed to enter the office until Mr. Noah is back,” he declared, leaving no room for debate.
The other guards exchanged uneasy glances, fully aware of the magnitude of the delivery.
It was more than just a few luxury items—it was a fortune neatly packed into dozens of bags, each one screaming status and wealth.
One guard, braver than the rest, stepped forward, looking frustrated. “But sir, our food is in there. Does this mean none of us get a break until Mr. Noah is back? That’s… that’s ridiculous.”
Anderson’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone hardening. “If any one of you has food inside, I’ll accompany you personally. After taking your meal, we’ll both leave the office immediately. No one else is to enter, and that’s final.”
“If you want to use the toilets, I will also accompany you to the door and if you don’t like it, you can use the trees as cover.” He continued, “Argue with the wall.”
The guard wasn’t convinced but knew better than to argue further. Anderson’s word was law when it came to anything in this place.
Grumbling under his breath, the guard backed off, with an annoyed look on his face that he didn’t try to hide.
Meanwhile, Noah had already reached his parent’s house. He parked the Lamborghini outside, the hum of its powerful engine cutting through the quiet suburban neighbourhood.
It was a stark contrast to the world of luxury he had just left behind.
As Noah entered the house, he noticed that it felt quieter than usual. His mother wasn’t home, which wasn’t a surprise.
She had recently started working as a chef, something that made Noah proud.
She had always been passionate about cooking, and now she was doing something she loved.
But his father, was there, sitting on the couch with the TV on but barely paying attention to it.
“Good afternoon, Dad. How are you doing?” Noah asked, slipping his shoes off and walking into the living room.
David looked up from the screen and smiled at his son. “What’s up, Noah? I’m doing alright. Where were you yesterday? You didn’t come home. I like the suit by the way.”
Noah sighed, knowing this conversation was coming. “Thanks Dad, about that… I wanted to talk to you and Mom about something.” He took a seat across from his father, his tone serious but respectful.
David’s brow furrowed as he waited for Noah to continue.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’ve decided… I’m planning to move out,” Noah began, watching his father’s face for any reaction. “I’m thinking of moving in with a friend because, well, living here has become slightly difficult due to my new circumstances. It’s not that I don’t love staying with you, Mom, and Emily, but with everything going on—between my plans for the future, my studies, and helping with the tea house—travelling back and forth is going to start getting in the way.”
David’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and though his face remained calm, Noah caught the brief flicker of sadness in his father’s eyes before he quickly masked it.
“I see… I figured this would happen sooner or later,” David said, his voice even, though there was a hint of emotion buried beneath it.
He straightened in his seat and gave Noah a small nod. “Why don’t we talk more about this when your mom gets back? She’ll be home in a few hours.”
Noah nodded, appreciating the way his father was handling the news. He could tell it wasn’t easy for him. “Yeah, that’s fine, Dad. We can talk more when she’s here.”
An awkward silence followed, but Noah quickly changed the subject. “How’s the tea house search going, by the way? Any luck?”
David’s expression lightened at the mention of the tea house, his passion for the project clear. “It’s going well. I contacted a few places, and I’ve got four appointments tomorrow morning to check them out. We’re looking at some prime spots. Are you free from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. tomorrow?”
Noah thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’m free. I’ll stay here tonight so we can head out together in the morning.”
David’s smile returned, this time more genuine. “Good.”
Moving out is a must, and while it made sense practically, he knew it would be a big change for his family.
His father, especially, seemed to be taking it harder than he let on, even if he wouldn’t say it outright.
The two of them continued to talk for a few hours, the conversation flowing comfortably. But when Noah glanced at the time, he stood up and stretched.
“Dad, I’m going to go pick up Emily from school and bring her back. I’ll probably grab some food on the way too. Do you want anything?”
David shook his head, smiling softly. “You guys get what you want. I’m not hungry.”
Noah knew better. His dad always said he wasn’t hungry when he didn’t want Noah spending money on him. With a slight shake of his head, Noah smirked as he left the house.
“I’ll buy it anyway. Once it’s here, he won’t let it go to waste.”
He walked to Emily’s school, the late afternoon sun casting warm shadows over the playground as students began trickling out.
The moment she spotted him waiting by the curb, Emily’s face lit up, and she sprinted over to him, her backpack bouncing wildly.
“Noah! You’re here to pick me up?” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. “I thought Dad was going to, since you weren’t here yesterday.”
Noah smiled warmly at his little sister, his voice soft and gentle—contradicting the colder, version of himself. “Yeah, I’m here today. Thought I’d surprise you.”
Emily beamed up at him.
Noah ruffled her hair gently before asking, “How about we grab something to eat first? I could use some food, and I bet you’re hungry too.”
Her eyes lit up even more, and she nodded eagerly. “Really? Yes! I’m starving! Let’s go!”
They headed to a nearby Thai takeaway, where Noah ordered some Pad Thai and Green Curry, two of the most popular Thai dishes.
It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was exactly what they both wanted—comfort food. He also grabbed a few soft drinks before they headed home.
As they walked back, Emily chatted excitedly about her day, her energy infectious.
Noah smiled as he listened to her little adventures.
Chapter 100!!!
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