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    No trace of humor touched Noah’s reply. His voice was low and taut with worry. “Sadie’s missing. A waiter said she went toward the lounge area, but I can’t find her.”


    ine’s usual lightheartedness vanished in an instant as he realized the gravity of the situation.


    Understanding the gravity of the situation, ine nodded briskly. “Stay calm. I’ll get someone to pull the surveince footage right away.” He wasted no time and moved swiftly to set things in motion. Noah remained frozen, anxiety twisting inside him as he waited for any word.


    Within minutes, ine’s call came through, his voice heavy with concern. “Noah, you need to prepare yourself. Surveince caught Sadie leaving with a masked stranger. He’s tall, intimidating, and they drove off in a ck car with no tes, heading out of the city.” A masked stranger? That detailnded like a blow.


    A deep frown cut across Noah’s face as icy dread crept up his spine. Every dark suspicion he’d harbored now seemed real, and the worstcase scenario stared him in the face. Thoughts raced, each more distressing than thest.


    His phone buzzed just then, snapping him from his spiraling thoughts. On the screen was a text from an unknown sender:


    “White Tiger from the Wolfpack is back in town. I just got the news. Stay alert.”


    Beneath the words, a photo loaded onto the screen. Though the background was blurry, it looked like it had been snapped at an airport or station. A tall figure in a gleaming silver tiger mask dominated the frame, striding with powerful, purposeful steps. Even as only a silhouette and partial profile were visible, the image conveyed an unmistakably cold,manding presence.


    Noah’s eyes narrowed as hepared the masked figure in the photo with ine’s description from the surveince. Every detail matched: the imposing build, the height, and that unmistakable mask. The man who had taken Sadie was the White Tiger himself.


    The news hit hard. Sadie had fallen into the hands of the Wolfpack, a brutal syndicate notorious for its violence and instilling fear.


    Fury surged within Noah, hot and uncontroble.


    His grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles whitening, veins straining with barely restrained rage.


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    No one touched Sadie and walked away unscathed.


    There would be no mercy—not this time.


    Every muscle in his body trembled with the urge to act.


    How dare they?


    The audacity of it left him shaking.


    But then, memories of the surveince footage crept in. Sadie had walked away willingly, her steps calm beside the masked stranger. For a split second, confusion reced rage. What was really happening? Was there a connection between Sadie and the Wolfpack’s White Tiger, or had she been forced into this by circumstances he couldn’t yet understand?


    Questions spun in his mind, but he forced himself to focus.


    Steadying his breath, Noah sent a quick message to the person who had sent him White Tiger’s photo: “White Tiger has Sadie.”


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