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    He straightened up, his voice solemn as he exined, “The patient’s severe emotional agitation has caused a rupture of the cerebral blood vessels.”


    “Coyle—you’ve just suffered a major stroke.”


    Sadie’sposed smile remained firmly in ce, though a flicker of mock concern briefly touched her eyes. Reaching out, she gently patted Coyle’s trembling shoulder.


    “Rest up, Coyle. You don’t need to worry about anything else,” she said softly, her voice soothing yet coldly triumphant. “Thepany is safe in my hands now. I’ll take good care of it.”


    Without bothering to spare another nce at Coyle’s livid, helpless form, Sadie turned and strode calmly from the room.


    Outside in the corridor, Samuel was pacing nervously, anxiety etched deeply into his features. The moment he caught sight of Sadie, he quickly approached, lowering his voice as he ryed urgent news.


    “Ms. Hudson, Sutton was found dead—his body was discovered by police at Eastwood Mountain.”


    Sadie’s brows knitted slightly in surprise, her footstepsing to a halt as the gravity of the situation sank in.


    “Dead?” Her voice turned grave. “What exactly happened?”


    She had been aware of Sutton’s disappearance—but how did he end up dead?


    Samuel shook his head solemnly. “The details aren’t clear yet. The police have sealed off the area and started their investigation.”


    He hesitated briefly before adding, “Mr. ine Castro is already on-site.”


    Sadie paused thoughtfully, a dark suspicion beginning to form in her mind. Sutton’s death—it was undoubtedly suspicious. At this critical moment, there was no room for mistakes.


    “We need to get there immediately,” Sadie said firmly, stepping swiftly into the car waiting outside the hospital.


    Samuel quickly followed, settling beside her. The car promptly merged into the bustling traffic, disappearing among the city’s vehicles. Unnoticed, a sleek ck sedan started silently from a discreet distance behind them.


    Inside the car sat Noah. He carefully removed his mask, unveiling a striking yet weary face. He’d visited the hospital merely for a routine check-up, never expecting to catch sight of Sadie. Seeing her there, clearly unsettled and in a hurry, sparked something restless within him. Something was wrong—very wrong.


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    After a moment’s hesitation, he instructed his driver calmly yet firmly, “Follow that car!” With a nod, the driver subtly shiftednes, quietly trailing Sadie’s car at a safe distance.


    Half an hourter, Sadie’s vehicle pulled to a halt outside Eastwood Police Station. She stepped out gracefully, her eyes briefly settling on the station’s prominent sign.


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