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    He almostughed at himself, wondering if he’d racked up some cosmic debt to Noah in another life and was now being forced to pay it back.


    Meanwhile, on the western side, avish manor rested on perfectly groomedwns.


    A sleek ck car rolled to a gentle halt at the drive.


    Once the door swung open, Sadie climbed out, herposure perfectly intact.


    She nced at herpanion, White Tiger, who hadn’t spoken a word the entire trip.


    “Is the person I need to meet inside?” she asked, her tone even.


    White Tiger offered the barest of nods, his respectful silence almost tangible.


    “You must be exhausted from your travels. Let me have someone take you to a room to freshen up first,” he offered, gesturing politely. Two maids in polished uniforms stepped forward, heads bowed in greeting.


    What the heck was happening here?


    Sadie found herself in the bizarre position of being both a captive and an honored guest. What exactly was this group nning?


    Even as uncertainty tugged at her, Sadie hid her suspicions behind a polite nod and followed the maids into the estate.


    She resolved, right then, to get to the bottom of whatever game they were ying.


    Crossing the threshold of the manor, she couldn’t help but notice the extravagant touches everywhere, with each piece of furniture and sparkling fixture shouting wealth and refinement.


    Yet, as Sadie continued through the grand halls, an odd sense of recognition crept in.


    Every detail—the sweeping spiral staircase, the dazzling crystal chandelier overhead, and the Impressionist painting adorning the wall—seemed eerily familiar.


    Suddenly, it struck her: this was a perfect copy of Faron Retreat.


    She could hardly believe it. How was such a thing possible?


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    Still, Sadie kept her expression unreadable, trailing after the maids as they led her into a grand guest room.


    She allowed them to prepare a hot bath and set out fresh clothes, saying nothing, but quietly watching every move they made. After the bath, Sadie stood in front of the mirror, a small frown pinching her brow.


    The dress the maids had chosen, a softvender piece, vintage in style and elegantly tailored, looked like something straight out of another decade.


    It reminded her so much of the outfits her mother’s generation had once cherished. If she wasn’t mistaken, this dress was even from her mother’s favorite designer brand.


    A soft voice interrupted her thoughts. “Ma’am, you look so much like your mother,” one of the maids, the elder one, said, studying Sadie’s reflection with gentle admiration.


    A sh of ice settled in Sadie’s eyes as she locked stares with the maid through the mirror.


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