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    Theptop and tools she requested would arrive soon.


    The borate meal she had ordered from Yasmine’s Kitchen—strategically chosen for its location on the city’s opposite edge—would require substantial time to reach them.


    Her calcted demands served dual purposes: testing her captors’ resources while purchasing precious additional time.


    She nned to transform this supposed sanctuary into a weapon for unveiling every concealed enemy lurking in the shadows.


    Noah maintained his position several paces behind her, his prating gaze locked onto her every movement with unwavering intensity.


    Coiled tension radiated through his frame. He resembled a predator poised to unleash devastating force at the first opportunity.


    His tactical mind had cataloged every escape route and security device throughout the structure with obsessive precision.


    Precisely when their options seemed exhausted, the heavily secured entrance burst open with startling abruptness.


    Both prisoners pivoted with careful deliberation to assess this unexpected development.


    The silhouette framed in the doorway rendered them speechless with shock.


    Hurst stood before them—an impossible sight!


    What circumstances could have possibly brought him to this heavily guarded location?


    Sadie and Noah’s eyes met in a moment of shared bewilderment, each recognizing their mutual disbelief reflected in the other’s stunned expression.


    The Hurst before them bore little resemnce to the somewhat fumbling, anxious physician they had known.


    Dressed in an impably cut charcoal suit with perfectly styled hair, he radiated refined elegance and dangerous confidence—a masterfully crafted persona concealing his authentic identity.


    Hurst met Noah’s and Sadie’s curious stares with ease, not a flicker of tension in his expression. Instead, he gave them a discreet wink—subtle, but deliberate.


    Was he trying to signal something?


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    Without another word, he stepped forward and, to everyone’s surprise, offered Noah and Sadie a deep, respectful bow. His movements were smooth andposed, radiating poise and professionalism.


    “Mr. Wall. Ms. Hudson, please forgive myte arrival,” he said clearly, his voice calm and authoritative. “The closing ceremony for the Wall Group’s international conference is about to begin. All the delegates are assembled and awaiting your presence as hosts. Please, allow me to escort you back.”


    The air shifted. Hurst’s words were delivered with impable timing and precision—offering a polite excuse while simultaneously unveiling their high-profile identities. There was no room for dispute, no time for dy. His statement made it abundantly clear: they needed to leave now.


    Sadie caught on instantly.


    This was a carefully crafted performance—an orchestrated exit strategy wrapped in ceremony.


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