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    That single question,den with confusion, stabbed at K’s heart.


    It was Sadie he saw in his half-awake state, not her!


    K felt her heart shattering, as if cut by a sharp de.


    She stood there rigidly, clenching her fists tightly.


    A sudden stab of jealousy hit K.


    Internally, she cursed, wishing the recent car ident had killed Sadie.


    Yet, despite her bitterness, K recognized the crucial nature of the moment.


    She inhaled deeply, calming her anger, and murmured, “Noah, you’re drunk. Let me wipe your face.”


    Noah loosened his hold on her wrist, murmuring an indifferent “Mm.” Thispliance was uncharacteristic; Noah was usuallymanding and assertive around her, yet now he seemed subdued and easy to sway


    K’s fingers whitened as she twisted a towel dry, then gently dabbed at Noah’s face.


    The cold water might have begun to wake him, as Noah’s senses gradually sharpened.


    Upon opening his eyes and seeing K, he frowned, and his demeanor instantly chilled.


    He brushed her hand away and said bluntly, “Get out.”


    K’s small spark of hope crumbled with those few words.


    “Noah, let me look after you…” K’s voice faltered, her eyes welling up as she spoke.


    “I said, get out.” Noah’s voice grew even colder.


    A sting of pain shot through K’s heart, prompting her to exit the room.


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    She copsed onto the sofa in the living room, her thoughts simmering with resentment.


    Rising abruptly, K began to pace, her frustration mounting. She slipped out to the garden, nced around to ensure privacy, and then pulled out her cellphone to make a call.


    “Why didn’t Sadie die in the car crash you staged?” K demanded, her voiceced with restrained fury.


    From the other end came a leisurely, mocking reply. “What’s the matter, mydy? Why so upset? That mishap certainly caused enough drama.”


    Drawing in a deep breath to calm her rage, K said, “Set up another ident. Make sure Sadie doesn’t survive this time.”


    A chuckle resonated from the other end, amused and taunting. “I can’t.” K’s temper red, and she raised her voice. “And why not? How dare you refuse—”


    She was abruptly cut off by the hacker.


    “Have you forgotten the deal we made?” the hacker said, his voice calm, almost amused. “You still owe me for that favor, and now you want me to stage another ident?”


    K froze, her fingers tightening around her phone.


    The memory hit her like a p. She had made a deal with him, hiring him to engineer a car ident. His price? A night with her. At the time, she hadn’t flinched—so desperate was she to erase someone from the picture.


    A flicker of shame bubbled up, but she shoved it down.


    They’d been intimate more than once; there was no reason to act coy now.


    Besides, anger burned hotter in her chest, and she needed an outlet—something raw and reckless to match the storm inside her.


    Pulling up her phone, she searched for the nearest luxury hotel to Myrtlewood Estate. Once she found one, she shot the hacker a message with the location. “Go there. I’ll book a room.”


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