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    Vivi, taken aback by Sadie’s intense demeanor, struggled for words.


    Ignoring her, Sadie turned and strode away.


    Vivi watched her go, shaking with fury.


    She had always been the center of attention and had never been so publicly humiliated.


    At Majestic Ego, it had always been Sadie who outshone her.


    Now that she was back in the country, Vivi had hoped for revenge against her old rival. However, Sadie remained a formidable adversary. Gritting her teeth, Vivi pulled out her phone and dialed a number.


    “Hello, I need a thorough investigation of Sadie’s studio, and I need it done quickly,” Vivi ordered, her tone brooking no dissent.


    On the other end of the line, a voice responded with deference, “Absolutely, Miss Quinn. I’ll handle it right away.”


    Half an hourter, Sadie pushed open the door to her home.


    “Grandma, I’m home.”


    In the living room, Laura was seated on the sofa, knitting. She looked up, her face lighting up. “Oh, Sadie, wee back.”


    Crossing the room, Sadie embraced her grandmother gently. “Thanks for everything, Grandma.”


    “My dear, no need for formalities with me.” Laura chuckled, warmth in her smile as she touched Sadie’s hand.


    “Tomorrow’s ns might keep me outte; I have an important meeting.”


    Laura’s eyebrows rose with concern. “Who will you be meeting?”


    Sadie paused, her expressionplex, hinting at the weight of the meeting. “Someone crucial. If it goes well, I might finally find Mom.”


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    Laura stopped knitting, her eyes brightening with a mixture of hope and excitement.


    “Really? Do you believe you can find her?”


    Grasping Laura’s hands reassuringly, Sadie nodded firmly. “Yes, I’m going to find Mom. And I’ll make sure you both are with me.”


    Laura’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she gently nodded, her voice filled with quiet conviction. “Good. I… I believe in you, Sadie.”


    The next morning, golden sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the wooden floor. Sadie stood before the mirror, her reflection poised yet contemtive. Dressed in an understated professional ensemble, she carefully smoothed the fabric, ensuring every detail was in ce. With a measured breath, she adjusted her cor, exhaling softly before reaching for her bag.


    The car rolled to a stop in front of an elegant cafe, its castle-like facade exuding timeless charm. Sadie shifted into park, lingering for a moment as she took in the sight before her. Her gaze lifted to the cafe’s sign—Gentle Breeze.


    Following the address given to her the night before, Sadie had arrived. Taking a steadying breath, she pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the rich,forting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.


    The cafe’s interior was simple yet refined. The soft lighting and serene atmosphere made one feel instantly at ease. A waitress in a neatly pressed dress approached with a polite smile. “Good day, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?”


    Sadie returned the smile briefly. “Yes, I have an appointment in Room Serenity.”


    The waitress nodded. “Right this way, please.”


    They moved past a series of elegant booths and toward the more private section of the cafe. “Excuse me, sir. Your guest has arrived.”


    “Pleasee in,” a deep, measured voice responded from within.


    Sadie inhaled quietly, steeling herself before pushing open the door.


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