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    Sadie’s eyes hardened to obsidian.


    “Eliminate them,” shemanded, her voice devoid of inflection. “Everyst one. Leave no witnesses, no traces.”


    “Consider it done,” Samuel murmured, hesitating visibly as though words perched unspoken on his tongue.


    Sadie caught his hesitation, one eyebrow arching questioningly. Before she could probe further, her phone erupted with a shrill ring.


    The name pulsing across her screen deepened her frown. Nathan. What urgent business could he have at this ungodly hour?


    Sadie swiped to answer. Immediately, Nathan’s voice exploded through the speaker, saturated with relief and fric energy—the panicked reaction of someone who’d believed her dead only moments ago.


    “Sadie! Thank God! You’re alive! Have you any concept of my worry? I was convinced you’d perished in those highway mes!”


    Sadie flinched away from the volume assault, jerking the phone to a safer distance from her sensitive ear.


    Her brows knitted tighter as irritation red.


    “Lower your voice,” she snapped. “You’re assaulting my eardrums.”


    From the driver’s position, Samuel discreetly bowed his head, eavesdropping on their exchange. Nathan’s dramatic response came as no surprise.


    What Samuel had been hesitating to speak about was exactly Nathan’s heroics on the highway. He had recklessly attempted to rescue Sadie from the zing vehicle, nearly sumbing to smoke inhtion during his effort.


    Now Nathan’s call had preempted his nned revtion, catching him off-guard.


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    “Calm down,” Sadiemanded, her voice steady and measured. “What’s the situation in Beversea now?”


    On the other end of the line, Nathan inhaled deeply several times, struggling to rein in his frayed nerves.


    The image of the ckened, twisted car wreckage on the highway haunted him still, a cold fear clutching at his chest like an unwee visitor.


    Thankfully, Sadie had emerged unscathed. Had she been injured—or worse—he knew he would be in deep trouble.


    “It’s just as you expected,” Nathan said, his voice stillced with tension, though he’d lowered it to a more controlled level.


    “The police have started the investigation. The Johnsons are spiraling into panic—their downfall imminent. Meanwhile, my family has strategically distanced ourselves to shield our interests from the fallout.”


    He paused, savoring the moment as satisfaction dripped from every syble. “Honestly, Ophelia’s ipetence borders on the spectacr. She scattered evidence like breadcrumbs, practically pleading to be apprehended!”


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