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    Harry, still buried in paperwork from overtime, nearly dropped his pen. “Sundara? Ms. Fletcher, did I do something wrong?”


    Paulina’s voice stayed even, though she was no less confused. “I don’t know the specifics either. Mr. Evans issued the order suddenly.”


    “Then what exactly am I supposed to do in Sundara?” Harry asked, disbelief in his tone.


    Paulina sighed quietly. “I wasn’t told that either. You’ll report to Myles once you arrive. He’ll give you your assignments.”


    Myles too had been sent to Sundara? The revtion left Harry stunned. As soon as his call with Paulina ended, he dialed Myles in haste, desperate for answers. Being abruptly dispatched to Sundara by Cole gnawed at his nerves.


    When the line connected, Harry wasted no time. “Myles, I just received word I’m being sent to Sundara. Tell me honestly—did I do something to anger Mr. Evans? Is there a way to make it right?”


    Myles didn’t know the full story, but he could guess. Cole’s jealousy often reshuffled the fates of those around Elliana. He, Aron, and even Cole’s personal driver had been shipped off to Sundara for that very reason. So he chuckled, keeping his tone light. “Mr. Calderon, your loyalty to ze Wildfire has always been clear to Mr. Evans. Maybe this is nothing more than a change of scenery. Think of it as a break. No need to worry.”


    “We’ve been here for a while now. Once you arrive, at least you won’t be alone.”


    Hearing that others had also been “relocated,” Harry’s shoulders eased slightly. The idea of being shipped off to Sundara seemed less severe if so many were sharing it. Ending the call, he packed quickly and booked the next flight to Sundara.


    Elliana, meanwhile, had no inkling of how her presence had indirectly set Cole’s men scattering to Sundara one by one.


    After returning to Rosewood Vi, Elliana received a report from Matthew. “Lexi, when we got to the hotel, room 1306 was already empty. The records were wiped clean, and the surveince was deliberately erased. We couldn’t recover anything.”


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    Elliana’s eyes narrowed at the message. Carlos had covered his tracks well. Even without realizing she was on his trail, he had still taken the precaution of erasing every trace. But if Carlos thought deletion would protect him, he underestimated her. Erased data could always be restored—and she had the skills to do it.


    Elliana texted back, “No worries. You can leave with the team now.”


    Matthew promptly replied, “Understood.”


    Once the conversation wrapped up, Elliana turned her attention to herptop. Fingers flying across the keys, she tapped into the hotel’s surveince system, her mastery of code slicing through firewalls with practiced ease.<fnc543> Readplete version only at FιndNovel</fnc543>


    Elliana barely blinked when she learned that Carlos’s check-in records had been wiped from the hotel’s database, because recovering erased data was child’s y for her.


    With a few taps of her keyboard, the hidden files unfolded across her screen. The logs revealed that at 5:30 that evening, Carlos had signed in as Keenan Robles and imed Room 1306.


    The name Keenan Robles screamed fake, probably paired with a counterfeit ID. Elliana didn’t waste time on it since the alias itself added nothing useful.


    At six o’clock sharp, the cameras captured a man in a dark windbreaker sliding his keycard into the lock. From that point forward, no footage showed him leaving the room.


    Elliana didn’t need confirmation. She already knew it was Carlos.


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