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    Emerson’s fingers tightened around his throat like a vise.


    The fearless gleam in Afara’s eyes—almost eager, as if weing death—sent ice through Emerson’s veins.


    Deep down, Emerson knew Afara spoke the truth. Those lunatics wouldn’t bat an eye at losing an expendable foot soldier.


    What consumed their twisted minds was the files Brenda had hidden away.


    Offering Afara as trade bait would only earn him their mockery. Emerson’s grip loosened, sending Afara crashing back onto the plush carpet with a dull thud.


    Murderous rage ebbed from his features, reced by the cold wheels of strategy turning behind his eyes.


    Indeed. How could one worthless pawn ever measure against his precious daughter’s life?


    Using such an insignificant piece to take a risk would be beyond foolish. Emerson began prowling the length of his study, leather soles making no sound against the thick carpet.


    Only his ragged breathing and the weight of desperate silence filled the room.


    A bulletproof strategy had to emerge from this chaos—one that would guarantee Sadie’s safety while keeping those monsters in check.


    Charging in guns zing was suicide.


    Hostage exchanges were even more pointless.


    Those people showed no fear of the Wolfpack’s reputation, but there was one name that made them think twice.


    Noah.


    The realization struck Emerson like a bolt from the blue.


    Noah’s devotion to Sadie matched his own fierce protectiveness.


    Beyond that, Wall Group’s tentacles reached deep into Zupren’s very foundations,manding respect in both legitimate circles and the shadow world.


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    Certain delicate operationsy beyond the Wolfpack’s reach, yet Wall Group could handle them with surgical precision.


    Bringing Wall Group into the fold would prove far more efficient and secure than charging ahead alone.


    Emerson froze mid-stride, steely resolve crystallizing in his rigid posture.


    A calcted strategy had formed in his mind.


    He pivoted toward White Tiger, his voice dropping to amanding whisper. “Contact that physician—Dr. Lawson. He was with Noah, right? Instruct him to ry a message to Wall Group: Sadie has fallen into the hands of our enemies.”


    White Tiger hesitated briefly beforeprehension dawned across his features. Emerson intended to orchestrate a collision between the Wall family and their shadowy adversaries while the Wolfpack harvested the rewards from their mutual destruction.


    The tactic was their most advantageous option under current circumstances.


    “Perfectly clear, sir. I’ll execute this immediately.” White Tiger departed the chamber with swift efficiency.


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