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    Sutton pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. “That’s Alex’s itinerary for the next week. Make sure you study it, then find a way to get close to him. Remember, we can’t afford any mistakes this time!”


    Briley did just that, memorizing the schedule like it was the Bible. It wasn’t that hard, really, since winning a man’s heart was a skill she had long since mastered.


    Meanwhile, Sadie returned to Myrtlewood Estate.


    After three years, the once bustling property was now eerily silent. Breck approached as soon as she walked through the door. “Good evening. Would you like us to cook something for you?” He assumed that she was going to workte again.


    Sadie paused for a moment, then nodded. “Just something light, please. Thank you.”


    She changed into her house slippers and went upstairs to her study.


    She had barely sat behind her desk when her phone rang.


    It was Alex. “Sadie, I’ve booked a restaurant. Shall we have a meal together tomorrow?”


    He sounded so expectant on the line. Sadie’s first instinct was to decline, but he quickly added, “Oh, and I’ve found another specialist known to be an expert in treatingatose patients.”


    The mention of this specialist made her pause, and after mulling it over, she finally agreed. “Alright.”


    Alex had been helping her thesest three years, looking for experts and sending them one after another to Rosewood Hospital.


    Although the results were always disappointing, she was still very grateful to him.


    “Great! See you tomorrow at lunch?”


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    “Sure thing.”


    Sadie hung up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes distant and dazed. After three whole years, Noah still hadn’t woken up. But she needed to be strong; she had to keep the Wall Group afloat while he was gone.


    When noon rolled around the next day, Sadie gathered her purse and went to the restaurant Alex had booked. It was a cozy establishment with an unmistakably romantic vibe. Not that Sadie had any interest in that sort of thing. Her eyes immediately went to the man sitting by the window.


    Today, he wore a cream-colored suit, looking elegant and refined. Beside him was a middle-aged man, presumably the specialist he had mentioned the previous night.


    Alex noticed Sadie as she drew nearer. He smiled and waved at her. The middle-aged man stood up when she reached the table and extended his hand to Sadie.


    “Ms. Hudson, this is Quinton Ross,” Alex introduced with a pleasant smile. “You can call him Dr. Ross. He’s the one I told you about.”


    “Please have a seat, Ms. Hudson,” Quinton said politely. He gestured to one of the empty chairs, and Sadie took the one opposite Alex.


    “Thank you for giving us your time, Dr. Ross.”


    “It’s no trouble,” Quinton replied with a wave of his hand, then began speaking at length. He discussed various cases ofatose patients and medical theories. He did sound very knowledgeable in the area.


    Sadie listened quietly, nodding every now and then. When Quinton was finally done, she said, “Thank you for your efforts, Dr. Ross.”


    It was then that Alex cast a pointed nce at Quinton. In response, he gave Alex a subtle nod.


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