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    “Alright.”


    Inside the lounge, Hadley turned the doorknob and stepped out at the opening.


    “Mr. Haywood.”


    “Miss Pearson.”


    “Hadley…” Eric rose and pointed to the seat beside him.


    “Sit here. You’re detail-oriented. It’s best if you exin everything to Cristian.”


    “Okay.”


    Hadley sat down and carefully went over everything Chelsey had told them, making sure Cristian understood every detail.


    When she finished, Eric said, “Mr. Haywood, work with the police and make sure Letty is caught as soon as possible. Everyone involved must be held ountable. No one gets off the hook. Make sure they’re all punished.”


    As he spoke, he nced at Ernest.


    Ernest nodded, fully in agreement.


    “Do your best to ensure a severe sentence.”


    “I know.” Cristian understood the two CEOs immediately.


    “Mr. Flynn, Mr. Scott, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll be on my way now.”


    He stood and offered a polite farewell.


    Once the discussion wrapped up, Hadley and Eric prepared to leave as well.


    “Ernest,” Hadley asked, “are you heading back with us?” Since Locke had just returned, she figured he should spend more time with him rather than being at the office.


    “No,” Ernest replied, shaking his head.


    “You and Eric go ahead. I have some things to take care of… Quentin has set up an urgent meeting for me with Savannah.”


    Since their older brother had said as much, neither Hadley nor Eric pressed him further.


    “Alright, Eric, we’ll head out now.”


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    “Okay.”


    They said their goodbyes and left the Flynn Group.


    Barely had they left when Quentin stepped into the CEO’s office, his face clouded.


    “Boss…”


    Ernest gave a slight nod and asked, “What time is the meeting?” He was referring to the one with Savannah.


    “Boss…” Quentin frowned, pausing before he spoke, “Savannah isn’t at the hotel. She checked out about an hour ago.”


    “What?”


    Ernest’s face darkened instantly, his expression hardening.


    “Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on her?”


    “I did,” Quentin replied quickly. He wasn’t making excuses, just stating the facts.


    “There’s no record of Savannah leaving Srixby.”


    Ernest had asked him to watch over her, but that was all he could do. He couldn’t take away her freedom.


    Savannah wasn’t just any ordinary woman. For her, leaving Srixby was never going to be difficult.


    Quentin guessed, “Savannah probably realized you wanted to meet her… so as soon as she heard Locke was safe, she left right away.”


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