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    “Sadie, that’s a little harsh. I just moved in and thought I’d greet my neighbor. Imagine my surprise—it’s you.”


    Sadie almostughed. The audacity was stunning. Everyone in Jazmah knew her address. He hadn’t even bothered to make his excuse sound believable.


    She dismissed himpletely, turning her attention to Breck with sharp precision. “Breck, escort him out.”


    “Hold on—please!” Noah rose quickly, approaching her. His confident mask faltered, just slightly. “Okay, look. I just moved in, and I’m still unpacking. The house is a mess, and I haven’t hired a housekeeper yet… I figured maybe you—”


    Sadie interrupted him mid-sentence, her expression unreadable but resolute. She already knew where this conversation was going.


    Leech off her? Not happening.


    “No.” The word was sharp and final, like the cut of a de.


    Noah stiffened, a flicker of pain in his gaze. Did she despise him that much?


    She didn’t even nce his way. Instead, her focus shifted to Jack, who looked as if he wished he could disappear into the sofa.


    A slow, taunting smirk curled on her lips.


    “What’s the matter, Mr. Noel? Is your assistant here just for aesthetics now? Can’t manage something this basic on your own?”


    Noah blinked, momentarily thrown off. As his gaze followed Sadie’s, the message clicked.


    He coughed awkwardly, straightening his posture. “Jack’s out ofmission. Shattered his arm. He’s not exactly running at full capacity.”


    He flicked Jack a look that clearly meant: y along.


    Jack sighed inwardly but understood.


    Clutching his arm, he crouched, contorting his features in mock pain.


    “Ah! My arm! It’s killing me! My leg too! Ms. Hudson, in case you didn’t know, I had a nasty tumble down the stairs a while back. Busted my arm. Doctor ordered total rest. I’m in no condition to support Mr. Noel.”


    Sadie observed their pitiful act, barely holding in a scoff.


    This was their n? This flimsy charade? Did they really think she’d fall for such amateur theatrics?


    Her smile faded. Icy detachment reced it.


    “Then you absolutely shouldn’t remain under this roof. If something happens to you while you’re here, guess who’s responsible?”


    She raised her chin slightly, her voice calm butmanding. “Get out. Now. Or I’ll have the security team handle it.”


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