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    Afara squirmed under Noah’s stare, shaking his head with exaggerated earnestness. “I swear I have no clue. I’m just here for the perks, not the secrets. Nobody tells me anything important. I’m basically useless.”


    Afara was really frustrated now.


    So much for being third inmand. It meant nothing right now.


    Noah watched him closely, searching for any sign of a lie.


    Afara’s cluelessness seemed real, but Noah knew he couldn’t afford to overlook even the smallest chance.


    If there was even a remote connection to Sadie, he had to check it out. Turning to Hurst, Noah spoke in a low, urgent voice.


    “Watch him. I’m heading to the City Hospital.”


    Hurst gave a curt nod, his face serious.


    “Be careful. Don’t let your guard down.”


    The air within City Hospital hung heavy with the piercing scent of disinfectant.


    Sadie’s consciousness gradually surfaced from a murky haze. A piercing pain pulsed through her forehead as she fought to open her eyes, discovering a stark white ceiling stretched above her.


    She moved with careful precision, recognizing that shey sprawled across a hospital bed with an IV needle embedded in her wrist. Her desperate gamble hadn’t been wasted. Emerson would never allow her to die, exactly as she had predicted.


    Yet, she had simultaneously lost the gamble as well.


    At the entrance stood a burly man with a harsh face, his body pressed against the wall. He was one of Emerson’s most trusted associates, known throughout the organization as Leopard.


    Like an unyielding sentinel protecting the chamber, he severed all connection between the room and the outside world. The so-called medical treatment was nothing more than a change of venue for maintaining strict surveince over Sadie.


    Sadie carefully propped herself upright, the bandage wrapped around her forehead seeping with fresh spots of blood, which intensified her already ghostly paleplexion.


    She methodically surveyed her surroundings, her gaze coldly evaluating this new prison, desperately searching for any potential escape route.


    The door swung open, and a nurse wearing a surgical mask stepped inside, carrying a metal tray.


    She efficiently inspected the IV bag and spoke in a formic tone, “How are you feeling?”


    Sadie refused to respond, simply observing her with unwavering attention.


    The nurse’s eyes remained unnaturally calm, devoid of any trace of genuine emotion, not even a flicker of sympathy or surprise at the sight of her brutal wound.


    Sadie immediately recognized that she belonged to Emerson’swork. The nurse,pletely unaffected by Sadie’s deliberate silence, continued scribbling notes on her clipboard.


    “If you need anything, just press the bell.” She gestured toward the call button positioned beside the bed, then pivoted to leave.


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