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    Even if she revealed her discreet identity as King, Brendon and Katie wouldugh in her face and use her of pretending to be someone she could never be.


    Meanwhile, Brendon and Katie navigated the corridors until they arrived at the hospital director’s office.


    Pam Welch, the director, looked up from her desk as they entered, her eyes crinkling with polite interest behind her wire-rimmed sses. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Dawson?”


    Brendon wasted no time. “Ms. Welch, I heard King is in this hospital today.”


    Pam’s smile broadened with refined ease. “News certainly travels fast in this city, doesn’t it?”


    Without missing a beat, Brendon flicked a card onto her desk with practiced ease. “I’m willing to pay very generously for King’s contact information.”


    Pam’sposure remained fixed and polite. “Mr. Dawson, I’d be happy to take your money if I actually had King’s contact info. Unfortunately, I don’t.”


    Katie shot her a skeptical re and pressed. “You really expect us to believe that? Or are you just holding out for a higher offer?”


    Pam’s expression turned frosty as she turned her attention to Katie. “Miss Dawson, if I wanted to cash in, the Dawson family wouldn’t even make the list. There’s not much to gain from you.”


    Katie’s eyes shed with indignation. “How arrogant! My family is well-known in Dorfield. Who are you to look down on us?”


    A dryugh slipped from Pam’s lips. “Did I say anything untrue? If I actually intended to profit from selling King’s contact, why would I waste time with your family? The crumbs from the tables of real power yers are worth more than anything you could scrape together.”


    Her tone was blunt and unbothered. If she genuinely possessed King’s contact information and nned to sell it, the Dawson family would never even enter her consideration. She would aim straight for the city’s elite—those with enough influence and wealth to offer both rewards and protection. Only a fool would try to squeeze a lesser family for pennies when there were much bigger prizes waiting.


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    Katie’s face turned crimson, but instead of backing off, she snapped, “Seriously? Looking down on my family is one thing, but setting your sights on the city’s elite? You think you can y with fire and not get burned?”


    Pam raised an eyebrow, her responseced with indifference. “You made it sound like cozying up to you would do me any favors. Don’t make meugh. And if I ever decided to y with fire, I would brace myself for the consequences.”


    Katie opened her mouth to argue, but Brendon quickly stepped in, gripping her arm. “Couldn’t you just shut it?” He frowned, ring at her.


    Turning to Pam, Brendon gave a tight, apologetic smile. “I apologize on my sister’s behalf. She doesn’t always think before she speaks. She didn’t mean any offense.”


    Pam’s gaze didn’t soften. “No offense taken,” she said icily. “But she could use a lesson in manners.”


    To Pam, Brendon’s apology felt hollow. He hadn’t stopped Katie when she initially mouthed off, so this felt like nothing more than an empty gesture. Katie, stung by the remark, opened her mouth to fire back, but Brendon pulled her back sharply, his eyes a silent warning.


    “My sister crossed a line earlier, and for that, I truly apologize,” Brendon said. “Please don’t hold it against her. She’s still too young.”


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