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    Sadie stood frozen.


    Alex?


    Ungrateful bastard?


    What was K talking about?


    A sudden wave of unease coiled in Sadie’s stomach.


    Her fingers instinctively tightened around her phone.


    Without hesitation, she dialed Alex’s number.


    “Beep… beep… beep…” The ringing droned in her ear, each second stretching unbearably.


    No answer. Sadie’s pulse quickened, her grip on the phone tightening. She redialed. Again. And again. Each call met with the same cold silence.


    “Alex… what’s going on with you?” Sadie whispered, her voice trembling as worry drained the color from her face.


    She couldn’t just barge into Howe Group.


    That would only upset Susannah.


    Forcing herself to breathe deeply, she knew she needed to understand what had happened before taking action.


    She marched over to her car, pulled open the door, and slid into the driver’s seat.


    The engine roared to life, and the ck SUV tore away from Stonemont Estate, speeding toward her studio.


    Inside the car, Sadie’s grip on the steering wheel was unyielding, her knuckles turning ghostly white.


    The tension radiated from her in waves as K’s taunting words echoed relentlessly in her mind. What the hell happened to Alex?


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    As Sadie swung open the door to her studio, a tense silence enveloped her.


    The typically lively studio was unnervingly quiet. A handful of employees whispered among themselves, their faces etched with tension and unease.


    “Miss Hudson…” A young designer approached her hesitantly, a piece of paper gripped tightly in his hand. “I’m resigning.”


    Caught off guard, Sadie took the resignation letter from him. Before she could even look at it, several more employees came forward, presenting their own letters.


    Their expressions were uneasy, and their eyes darted around. Clearly, they were holding back words they couldn’t quite bring themselves to say.


    “I’m resigning too, Miss Hudson.”


    “I’m sorry, Miss Hudson.”


    Within minutes, the studio had cleared out, leaving only a few behind. Holding a stack of resignation letters, Sadie felt a surge of inexplicable difort.


    “What is happening? Why is everyone leaving?” Sadie tried to stifle the panic welling up inside her and inquired as calmly as possible.


    “Miss Hudson, there’s really no option left for us,” an older designer said with a heavy sigh.


    “We’ve just secured a deal with Shaw Group, and our partnership with Lawrence Group is ongoing. But still, you…”


    The remaining staff exchanged looks, their eyes filled with defeat. “In any case, we can’t stick around any longer.”


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