Upon seeing Noah's sharp and panicked reaction to the mention of his handkerchief, Sebastian felt a surge of triumph.
He was now absolutely certain that he had correctly identified the source of Noah's unnatural composure.
The small piece of fabric was the only thing standing between his plan and its successful completion.
Sebastian removed the thick sweater from his nose once again, just for a brief moment, and shouted his instructions to the group of men.
"Collect the handkerchief from him, fast!" Sebastian yelled, his voice echoing in the soundproof room.
"We don't have all day to sit around and wait. Do what needs to be done immediately!"
As soon as the order was given, Sebastian retreated back into his corner and buried his face once more in the safety of his sweater.
The Alphas did not hesitate any longer. One of them lunged forward and forcefully yanked the silk handkerchief away from Noah's hand.
