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    Yet given their desperate circumstances, every thread had to be pulled, no matter how thin.


    Even walking straight into a trap was better than standing still while Sadie remained in danger.


    When all else failed, sometimes the only choice was to risk everything.


    Noah shifted to face Hurst’s expectant stare.


    “Go ahead.” Though spoken quietly, his words carried the weight of absolutemand. “Stay sharp out there.”


    Hurst gave a resolute nod, then slipped out without another word.


    Silence reimed the luxurious room.


    Noah stood sentinel by the window, his imposing frame cutting a solitary figure against the backdrop of city lights. Minutester, soft knocking interrupted the quiet.


    A suited bodyguard stepped inside, his face grave with important news. “Mr. Wall, our surveince team tracked a Wolfpack vehicle from the vicinity of City Hospital all the way to Bellflower Mall.”


    The bodyguard paused, choosing his words with care. “A whole group got out of the car. All of them looked like security.” A sharp glint shed in Noah’s eyes.


    The Wolfpack.


    Bellflower Mall.


    Why would they show up so openly in one of the busiest spots in town?


    What were they after?


    A ridiculous, almost hopeful theory popped into his head.


    Maybe Emerson’s version of “freedom” was taking Sadie on a shopping spree?


    The thought was almostughable, but for a split second, it thawed something inside him.


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    He had to see for himself if there was any truth to it.


    Without another word, he spun on his heel, grabbed his coat from the back of the sofa, and shrugged it on with quick, practiced movements. His arm flinched at the sudden motions, but he ignored the pain.


    “We’re going there. Now.” His voice was cial, brimming with barely contained intensity. “Let’s find out what the Wolfpack is really up to.”


    Meanwhile, inside Bellflower Mall, Sadie wandered through a boutique that catered to the city’s elite.


    She let her fingertips trail across the sleek fabrics, her face set in a mask of boredom, ying the part of a wealthy heiress simply killing time.


    Piece after piece, she plucked designer dresses from the racks, but her attention was never on the clothes. Her sharp eyes never stopped scanning the surroundings, watching, waiting.


    She was desperate for some kind of opening.


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