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    Alex stared down at her, contempt painted across his face.


    “Working together? Sure,” he said, his lips curling with derision.


    Briley blinked, caught off guard. Just as hope sparked in her chest, his next words struck like ice water.


    “But you’ll need to show you bring something valuable to the table,” he added coolly, adjusting his sleeve. “I don’t invest in failures. Your family? No influence, no assets, no backing. What could you possibly offer the Howe Group? Partnering with you screams liability.”


    With that, Alex turned and exited, not bothering with a backward nce.


    Briley remained behind, disheveled and alone.


    Still, it wasn’t a total loss—he hadn’tpletely refused. That, in itself, was a small win.


    After Sadie slid into the backseat of her waiting car and gave a nod to the driver, the vehicle blended seamlessly into the flow of nighttimemuters.


    Resting against the headrest, she massaged her forehead. Coyle was now paralyzed following a stroke, Sutton was gone, and Briley had been cast out of the family. That faction posed no immediate threat. Coyle was little more than a relic clinging to the past.


    So, what now?


    Noah could finallye back home.


    But the problem remained—his mind was nk. It was strange. Three years earlier, he had been dered vegetative, and Rosewood Hospital had even issued a death certificate. What really urred during that gap in time?


    Sadie’s instincts pointed toward Hailey as the missing link.


    But for now, there was something more urgent—bringing Noah’s memory back. She unlocked her phone and tapped Samuel’s number.


    “I need the best neurologists out there,” she instructed crisply. “Internationally. I’m talking pioneers in cognitive recovery with proven results.”


    “Understood, Ms. Hudson. I’ll start making arrangements,” Samuel replied without hesitation.


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    After ending the call, Sadie ced her phone aside.


    A sudden wave of queasiness struck her, catching her off guard.


    She furrowed her brows andid a hand over her stomach.


    Lately, she hadn’t been feeling like herself—asional exhaustion,ck of appetite, and now this nausea. Probably just the pressure piling up. She brushed off the thought.


    Briley walked out of the restaurant, feeling utterly dejected. A gentle night breeze greeted her, but it somehow felt chilly against her skin.


    In a city as big as Jazmah, she came to the sudden and ring realization that she didn’t have anyone she could rely on.


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