?Chapter 992:


    The luxurious vehicle descended into profound silence, punctuated only by the gentle purr of the engine as it glided through the velvet darkness of the night.


    Thirty minutester, the sleek machine navigated through the imposing gates of Myrtlewood Estate and eased to a graceful halt.


    Samuel disembarked with practiced efficiency, circling around to swing open the rear door with a flourish.


    “Ms. Hudson, may the remainder of your evening bring you peace,” he offered with quiet respect.


    Sadie acknowledged his sentiment with the barest inclination of her head and emerged from the vehicle with effortless elegance, her stilettos clicking softly against the cobblestone driveway.


    Samuel maintained his vignt stance, observing her progress until she disappeared safely within the vi’s confines, before returning to the driver’s seat and steering the vehicle back into the enveloping darkness.


    Poised at her threshold, Sadie extended her manicured finger toward the biometric scanner when a peculiar anomaly caught her attention—a solitary light glowed from within one of the second-floor rooms of the long-abandoned Autumn Garden Vi that loomed across the street.


    The once-magnificent Autumn Garden Vi had stood hauntingly empty for years following the previous owner’s abrupt departure, its windows dark and soulless—until now. Who had imed this forsaken property as their new domain?


    A delicate furrow marred Sadie’s perfect brow momentarily before she dismissed the curiosity with practiced indifference. The mysterious new upant constituted someone else’s concern, not hers.


    She pivoted back toward her door, pressed her finger against the scanner, which responded with a soft electronic chime, and glided into the expansive living room bathed in ambient lighting.


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    Unbeknownst to her keen senses, as she vanished beyond her threshold, a tall,manding figure loomed silently by the panoramic window of the study on the second floor of the Autumn Garden Vi, his powerful silhouette barely discernible against the backdrop of darkness.


    Noah had tracked the achingly familiar silhouette until it dissolved behind the heavy door, his prating gaze swimming with a tempest of emotions too intricate to unravel.


    With deliberate slowness that heightened the tension saturating the room, he rotated toward Jack, who remained frozen several paces away, scarcely permitting himself to draw breath in the oppressive atmosphere.


    Noah’s voice sliced through the silence, low andden with arctic frost as he asked, “The car ident—are we certain only Ophelia and Briley were responsible?”


    Ophelia was an idiot, while Briley could onlye up with half-baked schemes. The notion that these two intellectual lightweights could coborate to orchestrate such a meticulously nned ‘ident’ was unthinkable.


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