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    The news slightly eased Sadie’s strained nerves.


    “Good. Thanks, Samuel.”


    “Oh, and one more thing,” Samuel added quickly, as though he had just remembered. “Mr. Castro is bringing an old friend along as a surprise for you.”


    Sadie was intrigued. Her mind teemed with questions, but she decided to wait until the next day for answers.


    Sadie and Tina then arrived at the Glory Jewelry Exhibition.


    Rachael Howard, the organizer, greeted her with a yful remark.


    “Sadie? I thought you were too busy for my little exhibition.”


    Sadie smiled, remembering their time at the international jewelrypetition three years earlier.


    “I managed to make some time today,” she responded sincerely.


    “I was only teasing. I’m thrilled you’re here,” Rachael said before linking arms with Sadie. “Let me show you around.”


    As they walked, Sadie gave Tina a discreet look. Tina caught on immediately and veered off in a different direction. The exhibition venue was expansive, and as Rachael guided her through it, Sadie responded to her chatter with only half her attention. Her gaze continually swept over the crowd, but she saw no sign of the man she was looking for.


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    Just as she was about to give up, a man wearing a silver mask entered.


    His tall,manding presence instantly drew her attention.


    Sadie’s heart fluttered, her pulse quickening. She stared, unable to believe her eyes. Despite the mask, the man’s bearing and build were eerily reminiscent of Noah.


    It had been three years. She had believed she would never see him again.


    Driven by her emotions, Sadie hurried toward him. Nothing mattered except confirming whether the man was truly Noah.


    She reached out and took hold of his arm, her voice quivering.


    “Noah?”


    He turned to face her, his expression distant and cold, as though he were regarding a stranger.


    A slight frown creased his brow, indicating his displeasure at her forwardness.


    Tina noticed the scene, taken aback for a moment, before quickly approaching Sadie.


    She spoke in a hushed tone. “That’s Patrick.”


    Rachael, observing Sadie’s reaction, approached with a yful smile.


    “Sadie, do you know Patrick too?”


    Sadie remained silent, her eyes beginning to well up.


    It was Noah.


    It had to be him.


    She was certain she would never mistake anyone else for him!


    Under her intense stare, Noah appeared slightly ufortable. He looked at Sadie’s hand, which was holding his arm, not seeming to mind.


    It felt odd to him.


    Trying topose himself, he spoke in a detached tone. “Ms. Hudson, holding my arm so openly might be viewed as inappropriate here, don’t you think?”


    His words only deepened Sadie’s sense of déjà vu.


    That voice was unmistakably Noah’s.


    “Who are you, really?” she pressed, unable to contain her confusion.


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