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    Meanwhile, rushhour traffic turned the roads into a sea of brake lights, dying Noah’s arrival by more than half an hour. When he finally emerged from his car, icy determination radiated from him, every line of his face carved with tension. Alex was close behind, rushing from another vehicle, pale and shaken.


    “Noah, tell me what’s going on. Where’s Sadie?” Alex demanded.


    Noah ignored him, his cold, cutting stare conveying a silent warning. Alex always seemed to appear at the worst possible moments, adding chaos to crisis. Noah refused to let anyone else handle this—Sadie was his responsibility.


    Straightening his shoulders, he turned to his security team. “Start searching. Review every outgoing international flight. Do not miss a single suspicious passenger.”


    Without dy, the bodyguards fanned out into the crowd.


    Inside the terminal, energy crackled with frantic urgency. Voices echoed, luggage trolleys rattled past, and families hurried through the maze of gates. Noah stood rooted in ce, anxiety twisting inside him until every breath felt tight and shallow.


    Sadie, wherever you are, stay safe, he murmured under his breath.


    Almost unconsciously, his eyes rose to the vaulted ss ceiling above, scanning the endless blue sky. A jet appeared, climbing higher with every second—its silver fusge glinting in the sunlight, a contrail stretching behind it like a ribbon.


    Noah’s eyes narrowed as his chest tightened. That ne was shrinking in the distance. Was she on it?


    Noah and his team spent the entire day scouring every corner of the city, relentless in their pursuit.


    Yet Sadie seemed to have dissolved into the air itself, as if she’d never existed at all.


    An amber glow stretched across the sky as dusk swallowed thest rays of sunlight.


    Back at Myrtlewood Estate, tension crackled in the study like an oing storm.


    Not once did Noah’s tense expression soften; worry had taken up permanent residence on his face.


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    Restless, he stalked from wall to window, his silhouette drawn tall against the fading light.


    Where could Sadie possibly be?


    The stranger in the silver mask haunted his thoughts—who was he, really?


    Why had Sadie been targeted in the first ce? What was their motive? One question tumbled over another, pressing down until his chest felt tight.


    Images of an airne slicing through the clouds kept looping in his mind, each rey squeezing his heart with dread.


    He refused to let his mind dwell on the worst-case scenario, terrified of what might be of Sadie.


    Worry carved new lines into ine’s features too, stealing away his trademark easy grin.


    He raked his fingers through his hair again and again, only to let his hands fall in helpless exasperation.


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