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    Sadie remained quiet, letting herself be guided. It wasn’t until they were in the car, the doors shut and the chaos behind them, that her mind began to churn.


    So many questions remained unanswered.


    Emerson’s camp, Zupren authorities—both sides had cards hidden up their sleeves.


    Each faction wielded its power like a de, and neither of them could be trusted. The weight of their games pressed on her chest.


    Then she felt Noah’s hand wrap around hers—steady, warm, grounding.


    “These factions… they’ll never mix. If we stay here, we y by their rules. We need to go home. That’s our ground. Our game. If they want something from us—they’ll have toe knocking.”


    Every word was calmly delivered, sharp with rity andyered with strategy. He wasn’t just observing—he was already nning.


    Sadie looked at him for a long moment, then gave a small nod. He was right. Here, they were outmaneuvered at every turn.


    Back at home, they had leverage. Influence. Power.


    And then, as her thoughts settled into the new direction, a memory surfaced.


    She turned slightly in her seat and looked to the front.


    “Hurst,” Sadie said, her voice calm but sharp, “how did you know the details about the conference?”


    Her gaze was steady, unblinking. Given Hurst’s former position, there was no logical way he could have known anything about the Wall Group’s internal affairs—let alone the schedule of its confidential summit.


    Caught off guard, Hurst hesitated.


    His posture stiffened, and he avoided her eyes, fumbling for a response.


    “It was… Mr. Castro,” he finally said, voice uneven. “He called and, uh, mentioned it to me.”


    The answer was weak—unconvincing at best. Even his tone betrayed him. It was clearly a lie. Noah didn’t miss it.


    He watched Hurst carefully, silently filing the moment away. There was more to this man than he let on.


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    But now wasn’t the time to dig. Pushing for answers would only cause ripples—ripples their enemies might notice. Right now, the priority was Sadie’s safety.


    So Noah said nothing, keeping his suspicions close.


    By dawn, their ne touched down at Jazmah International Airport. The whirlwind of travel, stress, and suppressed emotion had taken its toll on Sadie.


    As she stepped off the ne, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her vision flickered to ck for a moment, and she staggered slightly. Noah was there in an instant. Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace.


    She didn’t protest. Her body was too drained.


    Her head rested against his chest as the weight of the past few days caught up with her.


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