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    Sadie rose to her feet. “Pierre,” she said, her voice firm, “contact ourwyer immediately and prepare for thewsuit. Also, gather all the original design drafts and rted materials for Timeless Love. I want to review everything personally.”


    “Understood, Miss Hudson.” Pierre nodded, his initial panic easing.


    To manage the workload, Sadie set up a makeshift workstation beside the hospital bed. She sat beside the bed, one hand softly stroking Averi’s hair, while her other hand held a stylus. She sketched intently on the worktable.


    The studio had been reeling from one crisis to another. The project with Lawrence Group was herst beacon of hope. Completing this project was crucial to preserving her studio’s reputation.


    “Mommy…” Averi’s soft, sleepy voice interrupted the silence as he blinked open his groggy eyes.


    “You’re awake, sweetheart?” Sadie set down her stylus and leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”


    “Yes.” Averi nodded his head, his small hand gripping the hem of her blouse. “Mommy, what are you doing?”


    “Mommy’s working. Be a good boy and go back to sleep, okay?” Averi nodded obediently and closed his eyes again.


    Watching her sonply so sweetly filled Sadie’s heart with warmth. She picked up the stylus once more, her expression one of unwavering determination.


    As time passed in the silent ward, the only sound was the soft scratching of Sadie’s stylus on the paper.


    Outside, the sky darkened, and the room’s light faded into twilight. Yet, Sadie remainedpletely engrossed in her designing, oblivious to the passage of time.


    Gradually, her hand became heavy, and the stylus wavered, tracing an uneven line across the paper. Dizziness overwhelmed her suddenly, blurring the room into a swirling haze.


    “Sadie!” Alex’s voice broke through the fog, sharp with urgency.


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    Sadie’s body began to slump backward, powerless to resist the fatigue. Just in time, Alex caught her, easing her gently into the chair beside the bed.


    “Are you okay?” His voice was thick with concern.


    Sadie tried to focus, nodding her head weakly. “I’m fine, just a bit tired.” Her voice was faint, her face ashen.


    Alex frowned, his concern deepening as he touched her forehead, finding it unexpectedly hot. “You have a fever.”


    As Sadie’s awareness faded, her breaths bing shallow andbored, she struggled to keep her eyes open.


    Alex watched helplessly as she drifted into unconsciousness, his heart aching with worry.


    He carefully lifted her and moved her to the other hospital bed, tucking her in gently.


    At a testing facility, a woman cloaked in secrecy moved swiftly through the corridor. She was disguised in oversized sunsses and a scarf that hid most of her face, leaving only a small patch of skin visible.


    Her steps were quick, punctuated by nervous nces over her shoulder, as if she feared being recognized.


    Jordyn’s heart raced, and her palms were damp with perspiration. She couldn’t fathom why K had tasked her with such a dubious act—switching files? It certainly didn’t seem like it could lead to anything benign.


    She paused in front of an office door, inhaled deeply, and pushed it open.


    The office was deserted, except for a sealed man envelope on the desk.


    Jordyn swiftly pulled an identical envelope from her bag, swapped it with the one on the desk, and tucked the original into her bag.


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