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    Acting as though nothing bothered him, ine straightened and walked out, his steps measured as he finally exited Eastwood Manor. This time, he truly left for good. Even as he put distance between himself and the estate, the image of the manager sweating and trembling remained vivid in his mind. One thing was clear: Eastwood Manor was hiding far more than it let on.


    Reaching his car parked at the curb, ine settled into the driver’s seat. A bodyguard approached the window, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Castro, what should we do next?”


    Inside his car, ine’s usual confidence gave way to thoughtful concern. He turned to his bodyguard and said firmly, “Look into everything that manager told me. Verify the ims about the staff being dismissed and the supposed fire in the archives. I want real answers, not excuses.”


    Nothing about the manager’s behavior had seemed right, and his nervous lies were painfully obvious. The way he stumbled through his story only convinced ine that something at Eastwood Manor was being concealed. He resolved not to rest until he uncovered every secret the estate held.


    After a moment, ine added, “I’ll head down to the police station near Eastwood Mountain. Sutton died at that manor six months ago, so the case files should still exist.” He refused to believe that people could simply vanish without a trace.


    His bodyguard gave a respectful nod. “Understood, Mr. Castro.”


    With that, ine pressed the elerator, and his sleek sports car roared down the winding mountain road.


    Back at Eastwood Manor, another discreet ck vehicle arrived without attracting attention. A tinted window slid down to reveal Beal, his expression unreadable and his eyes sharp as he watched the sports car disappear. Timing had worked in his favor. He had already secured the manager’s cooperation with a generous bribe and careful pressure. Without those preparations, today’s encounter could have spiraled out of control.


    Most people dismissed ine as a wealthy yboy, but few could match his instincts. He hade perilously close to exposing the truth. For Beal, tying up every loose end had never felt more urgent.


    At Myrtlewood Estate, Noah stepped through the door, weary from a long day at the office.


    Sadie greeted him with silent determination and led him into the study, where she immediately turned theputer screen toward him. On the monitory files from her mother’s old USB drive—her life’s workid bare.


    A heavy silence descended as they absorbed the gravity of what they saw. This was data that could change everything. If those files fell into dangerous hands—especially a group like the Wolfpack—it would be catastrophic. Suddenly, Sadie understood the true cost of her mother’s sacrifices and secrecy. This wasn’t mere scientific research; it held the power to save or destroy countless lives.


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    Caught in a storm of worry and confusion, Sadie felt the weight of her mother’s struggle pressing down on her, remembering how fiercely that tiny fake pearl had been guarded. Noah reached out, warm fingers enclosing her cold ones. “Sadie, I’m right here with you,” he said gently, offeringfort amid the chaos.


    Sadie nodded slowly, exhaustion and resolve mingling on her face. The silence in the study grew even heavier as they contemted what was at stake.


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