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    Noah drew a steady breath and moved deeper inside.


    The apartment itself was sparsely furnished, bordering on run-down. Hurst didn’t bother with pleasantries—he kicked the door wide open and practically tossed Afara into a corner.


    Even being tied down, Afara acted as if he owned the ce, shing Hurst a cocky grin and whistling mockingly.


    That attitude alone was enough to make anyone want to rough him up a little more.


    Out of nowhere, a faint electronic “beep” broke the silence,ing from somewhere on Afara’s body.


    The sound was barely audible, but in that still room, it cut through like a siren.


    Hurst’s expression sharpened immediately.


    He and Noah had checked Afara head to toe before the drive. There shouldn’t have been a single device left.


    Noah lounged on a battered sofa, his dark eyes fixed on Afara before flicking meaningfully over to Hurst.


    That single nce said everything.


    Without hesitation, Hurst started cracking his knuckles, a smirk on his lips. “All right, let’s see what you’re hiding.”


    Spotting Hurst closing in with clear intent, Afara put on a dramatic performance. “What’s this? Assault in broad daylight? Somebody help!


    I’m being attacked here!”


    His theatrics only made Hurst’s scowl deepen.


    Without hesitation, Hurst seized Afara by the cor, shaking him a little harder. “Hand it over. Now.”


    Afara just blinked, feigning innocence. “No clue what you’re talking about. Didn’t you already empty my pockets?”


    Hurst just let out a lowugh. “Maybe I missed something.”


    In the next instant, he was rummaging around Afara’s waistband. Sure enough, he uncovered a small, hard object.


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    A micromunicator, no bigger than a matchbox, had been stitched cleverly into the belt lining.


    A smirk of triumph tugged at Hurst’s lips as he handed the device over to Noah.


    Noah took themunicator, flipping it open and running his fingers over the controls.


    The tiny screen flickered to life, disying a message.


    “Mr. Stewart’s daughter has hurt herself. She’s being rushed to City Hospital.”


    It had been sent to a private group chat.


    Noah’s expression darkened immediately, his entire presence tightening with tension.


    Mr. Stewart’s daughter?


    Noah’s eyes narrowed as he looked up. “Does anyone in your ranks have a daughter?”


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