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    He moved swiftly through the terminal, never loosening his grip. The waiting car was already parked at the curb. He settled into the back seat with her still in his arms.


    “To Myrtlewood Estate,” he said firmly. The driver nodded in response, and the sleek ck vehicle eased into traffic, carrying them home.


    After a full night’s rest, the haze of fatigue finally began to lift from Sadie’s body.


    Her limbs still felt heavy, but the sharp edge of exhaustion had dulled. She was about to close her eyes again when a burst of raised voices drifted up from downstairs.


    Sadie sighed, rubbing her temples. With effort, she pushed off the covers and made her way down.


    “Noah, tell me straight—how is Sadie?” ine’s voice rang out, tight with worry.


    Noah didn’t answer him. His attention was fixed instead on Hurst, who stood rigidly, eyes downcast.


    “At this point,” Noah said coldly, “are you still not going to tell me who gave you the order?”


    Cornered, Hurst exhaled slowly, clearly aware the truth couldn’t be buried any longer.


    “It was Emerson,” he answered. “After the two of you were taken, Emerson dispatched a team to find Ms. Hudson… and they managed to capture Afara.”


    “What did you just say?”


    The sharp voice cut through the room like a de.


    Everyone turned. Sadie stood at the foot of the stairs, her expression tight with disbelief.


    She could barely process it. That Emerson would go to such lengths for her? It didn’t make sense.


    As soon as Sadie appeared, all eyes snapped to her.


    A washed-outplexion and loose loungewear made her look delicate, but her gaze cut through the room like a de.


    No matter how he tried, Hurst couldn’t help but shrink back from her re. A coldness ran down his spine, and he found it impossible to meet her eyes.


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    Despite not being directly involved, Hurst still found Emerson’s ruthlessness deeply unsettling. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. Emerson had actually sent people to point a gun at his head and rush him to save Sadie.


    Questions tumbled through his mind, none with satisfying answers.


    Clearing his throat, Hurst nced down at his shoes, his voice shaky as he said, “Honestly, I can’t say for certain. Emerson only told me to get you and Mr. Wall out of there unharmed. Emerson said he’d handle Afara and the rest himself.”


    A shadow passed over Noah’s face. As he squeezed Sadie’s shoulder, he could feel her slight tremor—barely noticeable but impossible to ignore. Clearly, something was eating at her.


    Back when Sadie first crossed paths with Emerson in Zupren, Noah had noticed something strange. The tension between them went far beyond what you’d expect from a confrontation with an enemy. Noah couldn’t shake the sense that a hidden history bound them together.


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