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    How did she know her mother?


    A wave of fear swept over Sadie, tightening in her chest.


    Something about this ce didn’t add up.


    She mentally warned herself to tread carefully from here on out. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Sadie steadied her voice and asked, “So, where is this person I’m supposed to meet?”


    The maid, thrown off by Sadie’s chilly stare, bowed her head and replied, “Please wait just a moment, Ms. Hudson. Mr. White Tiger has gone to get Mr. Emerson Stewart.”


    So Emerson Stewart was the name behind all the mystery the White Tiger had hinted at.


    That gave Sadie all the more reason to sit tight and observe.


    Settling onto the plush sofa, she deliberately emptied her mind, keeping her senses sharp.


    The two maids moved quickly and quietly,ying out an array of beautifully ted food, treating Sadie as though she were some honored guest.


    After about 20 minutes, the door finally swung open.


    In strode a man who looked a little rough around the edges, with dark stubble on his jaw, yet there was an undeniable charm about him.


    Clothed in rxed, dark casual wear, he gave off the air of an approachable neighbor rather than someone tied to the notorious Wolfpack.


    For a moment, Sadie was so taken aback that she forgot to say a word. Something about this man sparked a strange sense of recognition in her.


    How could that be?


    Emerson crossed the room, eyes brimming with emotion as he studied Sadie’s face.


    The resemnce to Brenda was almost overwhelming.


    He awkwardly brushed away a hint of tears.


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    “Was your trip here alright, sweetheart?” His voice was gentle, almost fatherly.


    “You must be starving. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I asked the kitchen to make all of your mother’s favorite dishes. Have a taste and see if any of them suits you.”


    With a kind, open-handed gesture, Emerson invited Sadie to the table. Sadie stood rooted in ce, feeling more unsettled by his kindness than she ever would by a threat.


    Just a short while ago, she’d been busy running through every possible negotiation tactic she could think of, bracing herself for threats and mind games.


    She never once imagined she’d walk into something this sentimental. Was this some kind of tactic? An appeal to her emotions?


    She bit down on her lip, and though her heart pounded with suspicion, she found herself stepping closer to him.


    Her guard never dropped; her eyes narrowed as she looked up.


    “What is it you actually want from me?” she asked, her tone steely. “We’re strangers, Mr. Stewart. Stop dancing around and just say what you’re after.”


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