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    The letter. That damning, handwritten letter.


    If Noah everid eyes on it and recognized her handwriting, the fallout would be catastrophic.


    A sharp pang gripped K’s chest, a cold wave creeping up from her toes to the crown of her head.


    Her gaze locked onto the self-driving car vanishing into the distance. Without hesitation, she scribbled down its te number.


    She slipped into a quiet corner, pulled out her phone, and dialed. The call connected instantly. Aid-back male voice came through the line. “Well, well, it’s been a while. Miss me? Let me guess—another hotel? I promise, you won’t regret it.”


    K’s fingers tightened around the phone, her tone sharp. “I need to discuss something important with you.”


    “Oh? And what pressing issue made you reach out first?” the man teased.


    “Can you hijack a self-driving car and make it crash?” K asked without preamble.


    A brief silence followed, then a soft chuckle. “Naturally. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? But… my skills don’te cheap.”


    K inhaled deeply. “Two hundred grand.”


    “For that price, I can guarantee minor injuries, but nothing fatal,” the man countered smoothly.


    K realized she was being taken advantage of.


    Her jaw clenched. “What do you want?”


    “Simple. A night with you.”


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    K didn’t respond immediately. She already knew this wasing.


    After a brief pause, her voice turned cold. “Fine. But not tonight. I have something important today.”


    “Deal.” The man agreed without hesitation. “Just don’t think about backing out, or I might feel inclined to expose your secrets.”


    K gave an indifferent “understood” and sent over Sadie’s license te.


    Keystrokes echoed faintly over the call.


    Momentster, he spoke. “In ten minutes, that car will collide with another self-driving car at a traffic light. The probability of fatality? Around eighty percent.”


    A slow, pleased smile spread across K’s lips. “Perfect.” She ended the call and immediately swallowed a pill.


    The pill was designed to strain her heart—mimicking a severe cardiac episode that would fool any medical scan.


    She had kept it as a safeguard, anticipating the day Noah might suspect her illness was a facade.


    Now, it was time to make the act real—to ensure Noah stayed by her side instead of running to Sadie’s rescue.


    The drug worked fast. Pressure built in her chest, her breaths turningbored.


    Supporting herself against the wall, she staggered toward the hospital.


    The busy outpatient hall blurred before her eyes.


    A final inhale—then she crumpled to the floor.


    “Someone copsed!”


    “Nurse!”


    “She’s not breathing!”


    “Blood pressure’s plummeting!”


    “Her heart’s out of rhythm!”


    “Increase the dosage, now!” Inside the oxygen chamber, rms shrieked as medical personnel scrambled to stabilize K.


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