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    “I need to deal with something urgent right now, Mom. We can talk about the divorceter,” Noah responded, standing up to leave.


    “Noah…” Isabel started, but he had already exited the room, leaving her alone with her frustrations.


    Noah slouched in his office chair at Wall Group, overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. The people he had sent to search for Sadie had returned with no updates.


    “Where could you possibly be, Sadie?” he muttered to himself.


    Had she really managed to leave the city? Given her limited resources, escaping so quickly seemed unlikely. Perhaps she had help.


    Suddenly, an idea struck him. Alex must be involved.


    Springing from his chair, Noah grabbed his coat and rushed out.


    Arriving at Howe Manor, he found it eerily quiet.


    “Mr. Howe left for a business trip days ago,” the butler exined, his face marked with unease.


    “Days ago?” Noah’s heart sank. His lead had vanished. It felt as if Sadie had disappeared from the world.


    “Damn it!” he cursed under his breath, pounding his fist against a nearby surface, frustration boiling over.


    Later, in the dim lighting of a local bar, Noah sought sce in drink after drink. The alcohol dulled both his senses and his heart. Visions of Sadie, sometimes smiling softly, sometimes resolute in her departure, haunted him.


    “Sadie…” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.


    “Noah?” The soft inquiry came from nearby.


    K approached, her presence marked by a subtle fragrance. She steadied the drunken Noah, a glimmer of triumph in her eyes.


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    “What are you doing here?” Noah asked, struggling to focus his eyes.


    “I’vee to take you home,” K replied, her smile gentle as she led him outside.


    Once inside a hotel room, K eased Noah onto the bed. Looking at his face, she felt a surge of excitement she couldn’t contain. She began unbuttoning his shirt, leaning in close.


    “Sadie…” Noah mumbled, still calling another woman’s name.


    “Noah, it’s me,” K whispered, panic flickering in her eyes.


    As Noah’s rity returned, he recoiled and shoved her away, his expression filled with disgust.


    K’s face turned pale, her eyes shing with anger. “It’s me, K, Noah,” she said, stepping closer to him again.


    “Leave now!” Noah’s voice was cold, rejecting her again.


    K stood there reeling from the rejection, her eyes burning with fury. She hadn’t expected that even now, Noah’s heart was still with Sadie.


    With a furious re, she stormed out, mming the door behind her.


    In her car, K mmed the door, her frustration boiling over. She hit the steering wheel hard, her nails threatening to pierce the leather.


    “Damn you, Noah!” she muttered under her breath.


    His thoughts were still with Sadie, not with her.


    K couldn’te to terms with it. Why couldn’t he see her instead? Why did all his affection belong to Sadie alone? Why was she constantly overshadowed by Sadie?


    K inhaled deeply, attempting to calm her pounding heart. She reminded herself to maintainposure.


    To her, Sadie’s disappearance was a stroke of luck. If Sadie remained out of the picture, K was convinced she stood a chance.


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