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    Sadie saw right through it but chose not to expose Hurst. Instead, she stood still, her expression icy and unreadable, silently waiting to see how he intended to y this out.


    Just then, several senior officials from Zupren emerged from the inner chamber, drawn by the murmurs and shifting tension in the room.


    The man at the helm froze mid-step at the sight before him.


    The Wall Group. Of course, they knew the name. Everyone did. A corporate titan whose reach extended far beyond borders.


    Sadie had already grasped the scale of what Hurst had invoked.


    The Wall Group’s international conference wasn’t just a business event—it was a stage for deals worth billions, influencing national economies. Zupren alone held a major stake, and the ripple effects touched even the local GDP.


    The closing ceremony, though brief in form, was the final seal—the moment of formalizing strategic coborations under the Wall Group’s stewardship.


    No wonder the officials’ demeanor shifted so quickly.


    It wasn’t about pride anymore—it was about interest.


    Detaining Noah and Sadie now—drawing the ire of the forces backing the Wall family—was a risk none of them could afford.


    The leader did the math in seconds. Risk. Benefit. Leverage. Then, as if someone flipped a switch, his face softened into a wide, almost cloying smile.


    “Oh, Mr. Wall, Ms. Hudson,” he said in a tone suddenly warm and full of contrition.


    He approached swiftly, bowing slightly in an exaggerated show of politeness. “We must apologize. It seems we haven’t been considerate enough.” With practiced grace, he continued, “Since the conference demands your attention, perhaps you should return and handle the situation without dy.”


    He paused, then gave Sadie a loaded look—half-respectful, half-calcting. “After all, there’s still a week left. No need to rush. We’ll be here… ready to assist whenever you return.”


    His words were elegant butyered with meaning. A graceful exit, yes—but also a clear message: Noah and Sadie were free to go, but the clock was ticking and Brenda’s files were expected to be delivered without fail.


    Sadie’s lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile.


    She didn’t speak—just tilted her head slightly and nced at Noah, silently passing him the reins.


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    Noah rose from his seat, his gaze settling on Hurst with quiet intensity. Hurst remained stoic, his head respectfully bowed, revealing nothing.


    Not emotion, not intent—only disciplined deference.


    Noah knew better than to trust too quickly.


    Hurst’s sudden appearance and carefully timed rescue were suspicious, almost too convenient.


    But for now, there was no alternative. They were cornered, and Hurst was the only door still open.


    After a pause, Noah’s eyes flicked away. He slipped an arm around Sadie’s shoulder and said, with cool detachment, “Lead the way.” Without another word, the two of them followed Hurst out, stepping into uncertainty cloaked in control.


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