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    Bang!


    With a dull thud, pain exploded in her forehead, and blood streamed down her face.


    Sadie copsed to the floor, knocked out cold.


    “Boss… She… She doesn’t seem to be moving…” one thug said nervously, ncing at the motionless Sadie.


    “Did we… did we kill her?” another thug asked, his voiceced with rm.


    The leader felt a chill run through him. He nudged Sadie with his foot, but she didn’t respond, heightening his anxiety.


    “Enough!” he spat. “Let’s get out of here.”


    Relieved, the thugs quickly followed him out of the studio, leaving chaos behind.


    The studio was a disaster zone: papers, drawings, shattered ss, and broken wood scattered everywhere, the air thick with the smell of blood and dust. Sadiey sprawled on the floor, bloodied and battered, a distressing sight.


    Two hourster…


    “Those fools must wish for death, daring to touch Mr. Wall’s woman.” Having worked with Noah for years, Arlo ke, the head of the bodyguard team, was ustomed to big scenes. But the sight before him made his scalp tingle. He had thought that, in broad daylight, with Mr. Wall’s specific instructions to protect Sadie, nothing could go wrong.


    His team had been nearby, unwinding and chatting, not anticipating such rapid chaos.


    Sadie’s studio looked as though it had been plowed by a herd of wild bulls. The ce was devastated, littered with papers, shattered ss, and broken wood, thick with the smell of blood and dust.


    Sadiey amidst a pool of blood, her pale face and wounded body painting a gruesome scene.


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    Blood stained Sadie’s white blouse.


    Arlo’s mind went nk, as if struck by lightning.


    “Mrs. Wall? Mrs. Wall!” The usually stoic bodyguards now spoke with trembling voices and teary eyes. They were Noah’s most trusted protectors, responsible for his safety as well as the safety of his loved ones. Yet, under their watch, Sadie had suffered serious injuries. Would they even survive Noah’s wrath?


    Arlo pped himself hard. “What are you doing standing there? Call an ambnce now!” He regained his senses and barked the order at the other stunned bodyguards.


    Snapping out of their daze, they scrambled to dial emergency services. “Mrs. Wall, wake up! Hang in there! The ambnce is on its way.” Arlo knelt beside Sadie, his voice shaking as he tried to wake her.


    But Sadiey still, her eyes closed, her breathing barely perceptible.


    “Alert! Everyone, go to full alert and lock down the area!” Arloposed himself and began issuing orders with precision. “You—retrieve all surveince footage from here! And you, ask the locals if they noticed anything unusual. The rest of you, stay here and secure the scene until the police arrive.”


    The bodyguards sprang into action, and the studio’s atmosphere tensed.


    The sharp ring of a phone pierced the solemnity of the boardroom where Noah was leading a shareholders’ meeting. Everyone had been sitting upright, listening intently to his speech. Noah frowned; interruptions during meetings irked him.


    But when he saw the caller ID—Samuel—his heart raced. Samuel, his most trusted aide, would only call now for an urgent matter.


    Noah gestured for a pause, stood, and left the boardroom to answer the call.


    “Mr. Wall…” Samuel’s voice came through, urgent and shaky.


    “What’s happened?”


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