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    ine’s friendly demeanor faltered slightly, frustration creeping into his expression. This manager was proving tougher than he’d anticipated.


    Just as he opened his mouth to argue, the manager discreetly nced toward two tall security guards stationed nearby. Immediately sensing her signal, the guards approached silently, positioning themselves imposingly beside ine and Tina. Their silent presence made the message unmistakable.


    With a cool and dismissive tone, the manager said, “Sir, madam, it’s best if you leave now.”


    ine clenched his jaw, muttering an irritated curse under his breath. Clearly, he wouldn’t get anywhere here.


    Grabbing Tina’s arm, who was still visibly stunned, he turned abruptly to leave. Lingering any further would only be a waste of time.


    The manager watched warily as the two hurriedly left, a faint crease appearing on her forehead. Something about their inquiry felt off.


    With a dismissive shake of her head, she turned and entered the employees’ lounge.


    Outside, the street buzzed with afternoon activity as ine and Tina made their way briskly toward their parked car, frustration etched clearly on their faces.


    “What now, Mr. Castro?” Tina asked anxiously, on the brink of tears. “Without that customer’s information, how can we prove Sadie’s innocence?”


    ine exhaled sharply, struggling to maintain a calm facade. The direct approach had clearly failed, and sneaking in unnoticed was practically impossible given the store’s tight security.


    They needed a different n—and quickly.


    Meanwhile, inside the employees’ lounge, the manager bowed slightly toward a man seated quietly, his expression unreadable, dressed impably in a ck suit.


    “Mr. Ashton, they’ve already left,” she reported respectfully.


    Jack, Noah’s assistant, acknowledged her with a slight nod before casually pulling a bank card from his jacket pocket and cing it deliberately onto the nearby table.


    “You understand clearly what you should—and should not—say, correct?” His voice was calm yet chilling, filled with subtle menace.


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    Immediately understanding the card’s implications—both aspensation for her silence and a stern warning—the manager quickly nodded inpliance.


    “Absolutely clear, Mr. Ashton. Don’t worry, it’s handled.”


    Without another word, Jack stood, quietly exiting the lounge.


    Stepping outside into a quiet corner away from prying eyes, he swiftly took out his phone, dialing a number he knew by heart. The call connected almost instantly.


    “Mr. Noel,” he greeted calmly.


    On the other end, Noah’s voice was steady and cool. “Speak.”


    Jack reported sinctly, without hesitation, “ine Castro visited the boutique today. Clearly, he’s looking into the handbag.”


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