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    Noah couldn’t suppress a bitterugh. Was Hailey really going to let someone else bear the me for her own actions? He had once believed Sadie to be cunning and ruthless. However, recent interactions had revealed a different side of her, while Hailey—the woman he thought he knew—now seemed the true viin.


    With a weary sigh, Noah summoned his bodyguards.


    “Keep her confined to the vi. Make sure she doesn’t leave.”


    Hailey’s eyes widened in shock.


    “Noah! What are you doing? How could you do this to me?” She struggled as two bodyguards held her firmly.


    “Let go of me! Noah, let me exin!”


    Her pleas and screams fell on deaf ears as Noah turned away. The bodyguards then pulled Hailey away. Silence settled over the room.


    Noah massaged his temples, then walked into his study. He picked up the phone and called his assistant, Jack Ashton.


    “Look into the details of Sutton’s murder. Also, find out what Sutton had over Hailey that pushed her to this extreme.”


    Before Jack could reply, Noah added, “And see to it that Sadie is treated fairly at the police station.”


    Jack paused, surprised by hispassion for Sadie. Despite his confusion, Jack responded, “Understood. I’ll handle them right away.”


    The call concluded. Noah leaned back, his face a mask of unreadable thoughts.


    Meanwhile, ine rushed back to the Wall Group headquarters. He entered the secretarial department, his expression serious. He quickly ryed instructions to Samuel.


    Samuel nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Castro. I’ll manage things here.”


    As an experienced and professional assistant, Samuel knew what needed to be prioritized. Without saying another word, ine left the office.


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    ine was acutely aware that he needed to quickly focus on the pendant to clear Sadie’s name.


    Just as the elevator doors slid open, he collided with a small figure. Tina, clutching a stack of documents, staggered back, almost losing her bnce.


    “Ouch!”


    She looked up, recognizing ine.


    After steadying herself and adjusting her sses, she began, “Mr. Castro, where are you going? Aren’t you aware there’s a department meeting at three this afternoon? You…”


    Before she could finish, ine had brushed past, his rapid stride toward thepany’s entrance signaling urgency.


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