Chapter <b>120 </b>
When Joshua learned of <b>Tessa’s </b>release from prison, he was nning a business trip to Norhill.
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David informed him, “Mr. Garcia, Tessa was rescued by Connor Ford, and Connor has been searching for Ms. Xylia during this period.”
Joshua looked at the itinerary and gave a slight nod.
He had long suspected that Connor would take such extreme measures for Tessa.
“The evidence has been collected, right?” he turned to David, asking.
David replied, “Everything has been collected. The entire process of Connor threatening Seth Wilson was all recorded on video.”
Joshua nodded, adding, “Keep this for now.”
With Burke Sterling now advising Connor, orchestrating a takeover of the Ford Group was no longer a certain victory.
However, he would definitely avenge this.
“In addition, it appears that Ziggy Schultz is also quietly looking for Ms. Xylia.”
Ziggy?
Only then did Joshua raise his eyes to look at David.
His gaze first grew somber, then gleamed with a sharp brilliance.
“It’s time <i>to </i>make a move on the Schultz Group,” he slowly dered.
Once she had been Xylia Schultz, but by then she went by Xylia Sadler.
A day prior to stepping into the family chapel for the ceremony to honor their ancestors and wee her back into the fold, Kaden had taken care of the official processes–transferring her legal ties to the Sadler family and officially renaming her Xylia Sadler.
Presently, Kaden and the other three Sadler brothers were busy preparing for tomorrow’s ceremony.
All of Xylia’s attempts to assist were stopped.
Hudson gestured to afortable armchair. “Don’t worry about any of that, Xylia. Your only job right now is
to rx.
“<b>I </b>got you some snacks–they’re on the table. Just sit, watch some TV, and unwind. If you don’t like them, just <b>say </b>the word and <b>I’ll </b>find you something else<b>.</b><b>” </b>
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As Hudson spoke, Cyrus gently took Xylia’s wrist, <b>his </b>fingers careful around the medicated patch. He gave it a brief, professional nce.
“The patch is working well,” he stated. “The damage to your wrists and ankles <b>is </b>significant, but it’s not permanent. I promise you, I will get them healed.” He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “For now, just focus on resting up. Tomorrow is a big day.”
Cyrus gave her a quick, smiling pat on the head before leaving.
Xylia settled onto the soft sofa, clutching her snacks and tablet.
As she watched her brothers buzz around, a warm contentment filled her.
She couldn’t help but smile, finally feeling like she was home.
Her four elder brothers treated her with incredible kindness, a happiness so intense it felt surreal, yetpletely real.
Her tablet suddenly pinged with a notification–a message from Josie.
Josie: [Honestly, I think the office spaces downtown are overrated. This two–story storefront in themercial district is a much better find.]
Xylia: [I love it, too. The foot traffic is perfect, and I’m really happy with the rent and the square footage.]
Josie: [Then it’s settled! I’m definitely flying back for your grand opening.]
Xylia<b>: </b>[I thought you were already back abroad?]
Josie: [What, you think I wouldn’t fly all the way back to celebrate you?]
Xylia: [Of course you would! I’d love that.]
Though they hadn’t known each other long, Xylia and Josie clicked instantly. They were like old friends, with endless things to talk about, from daily life to fashion design.
They had be best friends in a remarkably short time.
Now that she was settled with the Sadler family, Xylia was focused on her next goal–opening her own studio.
She was young, and it was the perfect time to make her mark.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Josie forwarded another news article from back home–this one about Connor and Tessa,
Josie: [I swear, these two are a match made in hell. They’re utterly revolting.l
Xylia had seen some of the news online over the past few days.
ording to Maverick, Connor had contacted the victim’s family. Shortly after, the family went to the police to retract their statement and confess to the crime, leading to Tessa’s release. She then <b>signed </b>a <b>letter </b>of
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understanding, ensuring the family avoided severe punishment.
Xylia knew Connor had orchestrated the entire thing.
He would do anything for Tessa.
But now, when she thought of them, she felt nothing but a calm indifference.
They were strangers to her.
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She told Josie that she had officially changed her name and returned to the Sadler family, and that from now on, she would have no connection to Jupiton or its dramas.
Josie was genuinely happy for her.
Early the next morning, Xylia entered the family chapel with her four brothers. In a ceremony that was both simple and profound, she was formally weed back into the Sadler lineage.
Kaden carefully inscribed her name–Xylia Sadler–into the ancient family genealogy.
“Xylia,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ve endured too much already. Now that you’re home, we will make certain you never face injustice again.”
Tears of happiness welled in Xylia’s eyes, a fragile warmth spreading through her chest. This was real. She was home.
With the ceremony concluded, her brothers dispersed to their own duties.
All except Hudson, who lingered behind with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He dropped onto the sofa next to her. “So, sis,” he began, his tone conspiratorial. “There’s a big race down at Emberhill this afternoon. Feel like checking it out?”
Xylia flexed her wrist slightly, a silent reminder of her injuries.
“I’m not exactly race–ready yet.”
“Who said anything about racing?” Hudsonughed. “We’re just going to watch. I want to introduce you to some people.”
Xylia agreed. A trip out would be the perfect chance to scout a location for her new studio,
“Okay,” she said. “But you have toe with me somewhere first.”
“Where to?” Hudson asked, his curiosity piqued.
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Half an hourter, they stood before a vacant two–story storefront, nestled just off the main thoroughfare of
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Hudson looked from the ‘For Lease‘ sign to his sister, surprise spreading across his face.
“You want to rent this ce?”
Xylia nodded. “<b>Is </b>that a problem?” she asked.
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“Problem? It’s brilliant!” he eximed. “Do you have enough for the deposit? If not, <b>I </b>can give you some right
now.”
He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over the transfer app, but Xylia reached out and stopped him, her hand light on his wrist.
“I’m fine, Hudson. The money you all transferred is more than enough to cover this and my living expenses for a long time.”
“That was just pocket money! This is a business venture,” he insisted, his thumbs flying across the screen. “That needs upfront cash–paint, canvases, renovations. Lucky for you, money’s thest thing we’re short on. We’re all in this with you.” He raised an eyebrow.
The next second, a notification chimed on Xylia’s phone. He had just transferred another 600 thousand.
She shook her head in helpless affection.
Just two months ago, she was scraping by. Now, her savings were inching toward three million, all from her brothers‘ quiet, unasked–for generosity.
Yet she was genuinely d that Hudson supported her studio venture.
The space itself was perfect. The previous tenant had run a salon, so the two–storyyout and location were ideal, though the interior would need aplete overhaul.
After a final walk–through, Xylia signed the lease.
“Perfect timing,” Hudson said as he surveyed the entire shop. “A good friend of mine is a genius designer. He’ll be at the race–I’ll introduce you. He’ll have killer ideas for this ce.”
“Thank you, Hudson,” Xylia said, a genuine smile on her face,
“Don’t mention it,” he said, giving her hair a yful ruffle.
“Nowe on, we’re going to bete.”
Xylia didn’t move. She fixed him with a knowing, mischievous look.
“We’re not just going to watch the race, are we?”
Hudson froze, then guiltily averted his eyes. He couldn’t hold her prating gaze for long.
“Okay, okay!” he conceded, grabbing her good arm to steer her toward the car. “I might need you to… help me
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with a tiny, little thing. You’ll see! It’s no big deal!”
Xylia justughed, allowing herself to be pulled along. She had a feeling “no big deal” was going to be very interesting indeed.