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    Sadie’s voice remained steady, but a heaviness lingered in her words. “She won’t use the fake draft as it is. No, she’ll find another way to twist it to her advantage.”


    “What is that supposed to mean?” Nte asked urgently, her voice tense. Sadie remained silent, her gaze deep and contemtive as if she were lost in thought or anticipating something.


    Nte’s anxiety heightened with Sadie’s prolonged silence. Unable to contain herself, she burst out, “Sadie, what should we do now? We can’t just sit here and wait for disaster, can we?”


    Sadie shook her head slowly. “Don’t worry, Nte. Let’s just introduce another twist to our n.”


    “Another twist?” Nte paused, perplexed. “How?”


    A subtle smile appeared on Sadie’s face, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Issue a statement.”


    “A statement?” Nte’s confusion grew.


    “Yes, a statement,” Sadie affirmed with a nod. “Announce that our studio’s unfinished design draft has been stolen.”


    “Our unfinished design draft has been stolen?” Nte echoed, still trying to understand. “Sadie, what are you suggesting?”


    “Just release it quietly,” Sadie said calmly, “and remember, timing is crucial.” Nte looked at Sadie, confusion in her eyes, but ultimately, she decided to trust her. She nodded. “Alright, Sadie. I’ll handle it immediately.”


    “Good. Go now,” Sadie directed.


    Nte turned and hurried out of the office.


    Sadie watched her leave, her smile slowly giving way to a solemn expression. As night fell, the city lights sparkled like distant stars.


    Outside the studio, a sleek ck car was parked discreetly. The driver stood by the car, awaiting Sadie’s departure.


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    Taking a deep breath and straightening her attire, Sadie exited the studio. “Good evening, Mrs. Wall,” the driver said, hastening to open the car door for her.


    “Mm,” Sadie murmured quietly as she entered the car.


    The car left the studio, heading toward Myrtlewood Estate.


    “Mrs. Wall, Mr. Wall informed me he’d be attending a work-rted social event tonight and might returnte,” the driver said as he drove.


    At the mention of “Mr. Wall,” Sadie tensed slightly, her expression remaining neutral.


    She responded evenly, “I see.”


    “Mr. Wall is very attentive to your well-being, Mrs. Wall,” the driver remarked, aiming to reassure her.


    Sadie was momentarily startled by hisment.


    Aplex emotion shed across her eyes before disappearing just as swiftly.


    Sadie remained silent, turning her gaze toward the window instead.


    The night was alive with bright lights and bustling streets.


    Yet, Sadie felt no desire to appreciate it.


    Noah was attentive to her well-being?


    The irony of those words stung her.


    Bitterness swelled within her heart.


    The car smoothly made its way into Myrtlewood Estate and halted at the vi’s entrance.


    The driver got out and opened the door for Sadie.


    “Mrs. Wall, we’ve arrived,” he announced with respect.


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