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    Despite the fog of amnesia that had clouded his judgment at the time, hindsight now revealed unmistakable fingerprints of deliberate maniption throughout the entire ordeal. It seemed there was more to the story than anyone had suspected.


    Deep lines of concentration carved themselves across Noah’s forehead as troubling thoughts took hold. With his characteristic sharp intuition, ine immediately caught the shift in Noah’s demeanor. “Are you beginning to believe there was more to Sutton’s death?”


    Noah inclined his head in grim confirmation. “I need you to get to Eastwood Manor immediately. Track down every single person who was there that day and extract every detail they remember.” That entire period had been riddled with unanswered questions, yet countless diversions andplications had prevented a proper investigation.


    The time had finally arrived to drag those buried secrets back into the light. Understanding sparked in ine’s gaze like struck flint, quickly followed by the unmistakable gleam of someone who relished aplex puzzle. “This web of deception grows more fascinating by the hour.”


    Noah’s stare could have frozen summer rain. “Save yourmentary forter. Just make sure youe back in one piece.”


    Though ine’s trademark smirk yed across his lips with practiced ease, his eyes carried the weight of genuine concern. The true scope of their predicament was bing rmingly clear: they were dealing with something far more dangerous than initial appearances suggested.


    ineid a reassuring hand on Noah’s shoulder. “Keep your mind at ease.” Without another moment’s hesitation, he spun on his heel and departed with purposeful strides.


    Neither man realized that from a carefully concealed vantage point among the shadows, someone had been watching their every movement with predatory patience. The moment ine’s vehicle vanished around the distant corner, the hidden figure retrieved a phone and began typing with practiced efficiency. “Noah and ine have begun investigating Sutton’s death, which appears connected to Ms. Burgess.”


    Once the message was sent, the mysterious observer melted back into the darkness as though they had never been there.


    Miles away, within the Howe Manor, the study existed in a world of muted shadows and ambermplight. Alex cradled a cigarette between his elegant fingers, its crimson tip pulsing like a tiny heartbeat against the surrounding gloom. The sudden illumination of his phone’s screen cut through the darkness, revealing an encryptedmunication that demanded his immediate attention.


    His eyes scanned each word with the methodical precision of someone ustomed to parsing dangerous information. Why would Noah and ine suddenly turn their attention to Sutton’s death? This development fellpletely outside the parameters of Alex’s carefully calcted predictions. Sutton’s death had been officially closed for a long time—what could motivate them to resurrect such ancient history? And what role did Hailey y in this?


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    Displeasure etched itself deep into Alex’s features as unwee possibilities began to surface. It appeared that Hailey possessed far more hidden depths than he had ever suspected. What kind of ndestine rtionship had she maintained with Sutton back then? Could it derail the borate schemes he had devised? The mere thought of variables beyond his influence made his skin crawl with barely contained rage.


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