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    As the car started moving, Sadie’s anxiety surged. She thought about the coboration with Eva and realized that if she had to ascend the mountain on foot, it would only make things worse and potentially put her in danger. Even if she did make it to the Stonemont Estate, it would likely bete into the evening.


    Taking a deep breath, Sadie opened the passenger door and got into the vehicle.


    The vehicle was filled with a subtle fragrance, unmistakably K’s favorite perfume. Feeling slightly suffocated, Sadie shifted ufortably.


    K’s eyes lingered on her drenched form, a sense of pleasure apparent in her expression. Without a word, Samuel ignited the engine and steered toward the mountaintop. Warmth enveloped the car’s interior.


    The rain had thoroughly drenched Sadie’s attire, causing it to cling to her figure. Her trench coat, altered by the rain, now sported darker shades, staining the cream-colored leather seat beneath.


    K, noticing the discoloration, feigned innocence as shemented, “Sadie, it looks like your coat is staining.”


    Catching K’s nce, Sadie inspected the edge of her damp coat, noticing the change herself. Today, she had chosen a dark blue trench coat—not a luxury item but still costly. It seemed unlikely to bleed.


    Embarrassment flushed through Sadie, yet she maintained herposure and responded, “Oh, is it?”


    With a suppressed giggle, K acted concerned. “I’ve brought extra clothes. Why not change into one of them? You might catch cold in those. And don’t worry, Noah selected these, so they’re sure not to bleed color.”


    Internally, K smirked, well aware that Sadie would never ept her clothing; the offer was merely a calcted insult.


    Sadie was well aware of K’s motives. She managed a slight, bitter smile and said, “No, thank you for your offer.”


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    K, realizing Sadie was not provoked, changed the topic. She shifted her gaze towards the window before inquiring, “By the way, Sadie, what’s your destination?”


    “Stonemont Estate,” Sadie answered tersely.


    “Stonemont Estate?” K echoed, caught off guard.


    A heavy feeling settled in Sadie’s chest.


    What a coincidence. Could it be that Noah and K were on their way to Stonemont Estate for the same purpose?


    Sadie shivered, a cold sensation creeping up her spine.


    From the rearview mirror, Samuel saw Noah’s countenance darken and, grasping the situation, promptly said, “Mrs. Wall, we’re on our way to Stonemont Estate as well.”


    Hearing Samuel address her that way deepened Sadie’s difort. With aposed and firm voice, she corrected him, saying, “Please, I am not ‘Mrs. Wall.''”


    K’s expression soured at once.


    That Samuel—why did he still refer to Sadie as “Mrs. Wall”?


    A tense, cold silence enveloped the car.


    K’s hands formed fists so tight that her nails dug painfully into her palms.


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