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    She was referring to ine, who was standing beside her. The officer eyed her for a second, then nced at ine, who appeared anxious. After a pause, he agreed.


    “Alright, you have twenty minutes.”


    Considering Sadie’s position as chairwoman of Wall Group, the flexibility seemed justified. She signaled to ine toe closer.


    In a hushed tone, she instructed, “ine, go back to the office and stabilize things. Coyle is out—we can’t let things spiral.”


    ine nodded solemnly, his usually rxed demeanor now somber.


    “Got it, Sadie. I’ll handle it.”


    After a short pause, Sadie added, “There’s something else. Check on that pendant.”


    A vague memory shed through her mind—an image of a day long past when she had been at that upscale boutique downtown, searching for a birthday present for Isabel. She was drawn to a newly released handbag, its design remarkably distinct. Dangling from the handbag was a pendant, looking exactly like the one sealed in the evidence bag.


    She vividly recalled preparing to have it gift-wrapped when Hailey and Sutton entered the boutique one after the other. Preferring to avoid any interaction with them, she had left the store without buying the bag.


    “Head to that boutique and look up their sales records. See who purchased that handbag after I walked out.”


    ine paid close attention, his usual yful spark now reced by serious resolve. He grasped the urgency of the matter, recognizing the setup.


    Firmly, he pledged, “Don’t worry, Sadie. You can count on me. Grandpa made me promise to keep you safe, and I intend to keep that promise.”


    Sadie felt a slight easing of her burden. She nodded. “Alright. I trust you.” Time was pressing. She gave ine a final look. “Thepany is yours to manage now.” She then turned decisively and followed the officer to the interrogation room.


    ine stood firm for a moment, his hands balling into fists. He was determined to uncover the mastermind behind this scheme. With resolve, he turned and exited the police station.


    Meanwhile, Noah arrived back at his suburban vi. The dining table wasvishly set, each dish carefully presented. Hailey, wearing an apron, weed him with a gentle smile.


    “Noah, you’re back.” Her voice carried a note of soft ttery. “I’ve prepared some of your favorite dishes today.”


    Noah nced at the table, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he walked over to the sofa and sat down.


    He addressed Hailey without looking up, his voice cool. “Have you seen Sutton?”


    Hailey’s smile stiffened. Her fingers gripped the hem of her apron tightly, and a cold fear crept up her spine. Had the body been discovered already?


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