No longer a pushover (Noelle and Cedric) novel Chapter 411

Noelle glanced out the door and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps it was time to end everything. According to the old Blake she knew, he would never let it go if she kept refusing to admit her so-called mistakes.

Now that she'd gotten clues from Donovan, there was no need to keep playing it safe.

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That night, they filmed an outdoor night scene at an abandoned building. The scene involved the supporting female lead luring the protagonist over and putting the latter in danger, only for the male lead to come to the rescue.

After filming, Noelle waited on the side to remove her makeup, but the makeup artist ignored her. She could tell that the crew was holding a grudge against her.

There was no doubt that Xenia had been adding fuel to the fire to tarnish her reputation, but she didn't care. She had no interest in staying in the entertainment industry anyway.

When most people had left, she had no choice but to grab some makeup remover herself, clean off her makeup, and leave.

"Noelle, stop right there!"

Blake glared at her with a thunderous expression, and his eyes were dark and dangerous. "I heard you've been collecting dirt on me. You're planning to expose me and ruin my career, huh?"

Noelle's gaze flickered to the stun baton in his hand. She instinctively took a few cautious steps back and asked, "Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter who did, but I'm going to teach you a lesson today. You better not run, or you're doomed for."

Noele turned and ran. She noticed Blake wasn't alone; he'd brought ten tattooed men. Most of the crew had left, and no one would come to the abandoned building now.

"You can't escape, Noelle. Just behave and apologize to me, and I'll go easy on you. But if you insist on running, I guess I'm not showing mercy," Blake taunted as he walked.

Noelle ran for a while and soon found herself surrounded by tattooed thugs, so she had no choice but to turn and face the approaching Blake. "Looks like you haven't changed all these years, Blake. The moment something doesn't go your way, you resort to violence."

She let out a cold laugh. "All I know is that I was the top scorer in the college entrance exam, yet y'all forced me to stay and attend an ordinary university. Is that what you mean by love?

"If that's what love is, why don't you take it for yourself? Would you want it?" Noelle questioned as she locked eyes with Blake.

"How dare you talk back. We shouldn't be this petty and calculative as a family, and it looks like you do need a lesson." Blake didn't hesitate this time. He raised the baton again and struck.

He'd been waiting for this moment for too long. Raising her arms to protect herself, Noelle cried out in a trembling voice, "Please stop... It hurts."

"Oh, you do know it hurts. Too late. Weren't you acting all tough?"

"Fine, I'll listen! I'll do whatever you say. I can drop out of Yole University and come home with you. I'll do as I'm told from now on."

Noelle lay curled up on the ground and shielded her head as if she was completely surrendering. Hearing her beg for mercy, Blake felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.