No longer a pushover (Noelle and Cedric) novel Chapter 407

Blake continued, "Do you understand now?"

He refused to believe he couldn't deal with Noelle. Noelle burst out laughing, yet her eyes filled with cold amusement. Upon seeing the smile on her face, Blake grew uneasy.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Are you that obsessed with me, your sister?" asked Noelle as she leaned back in her chair. A faint smirk formed on her lips. "Otherwise, why do you keep trying to force me back to the Liddell family? Isn't having Xenia enough for you?"

Blake's expression turned cold. "I don't like that look in your eyes, Noelle."

"Good, because I don't like yours either. I guess we're even."

Noelle spun her chair once and continued saying, "I remember when we were kids, you'd come home to take it out on me whenever you were looked down on and humiliated outside. So tell me, who looked down on you this time?"

"You'd better think before you speak, Noelle. Making me mad won't do you any good. Think about your friends and your team."

"At worst, we'll just go down together!"

Noelle got up and grabbed Blake by the collar. "Only cowards get bullied and come home to take it out on their family. You're still a coward even after all these years."

Though Blake knew exactly how to control her, she knew what he cared about the most. Sure enough, Blake was enraged. He raised his hand and was ready to strike, but it hovered in midair before being lowered down once more.

Noelle's gaze was icy as she taunted, "Go ahead and hit me. Why aren't you doing it? Is it because you can't win anymore?"

Blake's eyes burned with frustration, and his eyes were bloodshot. That was because Noelle was right; it was true because he couldn't win against her now. Blake let out a cold laugh.

"I won't lay a hand on you, but there are plenty of other ways to make you suffer. Forget about getting your team some proper training. You better prepare to keep your head up for the rest of your life."

With that, he turned and walked out of the office. Noelle stood still and watched his figure disappear before slamming her fist against the desk in frustration.

Grace rushed in. "Your hand is hurt! Did Blake threaten you?"

Noelle glanced at her hand and muttered, "The family was a mess when our parents passed away. I grew up living with my brothers, so I learned to read their moods and please them according to their personalities."