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    But what if… what if Emerson had driven her to such desperation? Noah’s knuckles turned pale, his eyes darkening and bing imprable, resembling the depths of a frozenke.


    Upon arriving at the City Hospital, Noahmanded his men to remain stationed outside while he quickly donned a whiteb coat and a surgical mask, slipping insidepletely undetected.


    The hospital corridors stretched eerily quiet through the night, his measured footsteps creating haunting echoes.


    Following the crucial intelligence gathered by his men, he swiftly navigated his way toward the exclusive VIP ward.


    As he approached the end of the third-floor hallway, several men instantly turned their attention toward him, their bodies tensing with alert suspicion.


    Though they wore casual civilian clothing, their rigid posture and calcting gazes betrayed their professionally trained identities.


    They belonged to Emerson’s carefully selected team.


    One of them approached with deliberate casualness, feigning nonchnce while extending a medical record toward Noah.


    “Doctor, the patient in Room 302 isn’t doing well at all. You should examine her immediately.”


    Noah’s prating gaze dropped to the file.


    The patient’s name appearedpletely unfamiliar, but the room number matched exactly with the information his men had discovered. He internally…


    He scoffed but maintained a perfectlyposed facade, nodding professionally as he epted the file and walked directly toward Room 302.


    He understood with absolute certainty that this was a meticulously constructed trap.


    Noah possessed no alternative—he had to enter that room.


    He required visual confirmation of the room’s upant with his own eyes.


    As he thrust the door open, lethal danger crashed into his consciousness like a sledgehammer to his sr plexus.


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    The room appeared vacant, but from concealed positions behind curtains and shadowed corners, multiple gun barrels had already locked onto Noah’s position.


    In that split second, the room exploded with murderous gunfire.


    Noah responded with lightning reflexes, diving into a roll to evade the lethal barrage. His movements flowed with deadly grace while he returned fire with surgical precision at each muzzle sh.


    The thunderous gunfire and exploding ss created a deafening orchestra of destruction within the cramped hospital room.


    Through the mayhem, a bullet carved across his arm, painting a crimson streak along his flesh.


    Noah released a guttural growl as searing agonynced through his wounded arm.


    Without pause, he kicked open the door to the adjacent emergency room and plunged through the opening.


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