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    Ralph’s voice dropped again as he turned to the unconscious woman.


    “Her name is Sharon Buckley. She worked for Sadie’s parents half a decade ago, taking care of them. Come up with a reason to quietly remove her from Jazmah. Somewhere distant. And whatever happens, Sadie must never trace her. This has to be done cleanly, with no loose ends.”


    Although burning with curiosity, ine only nodded. “Understood.” He wouldn’t push his luck again.


    Turning to the nearby guards, he said, “Come with me.” Then he strode out without looking back.


    Once the door clicked shut, silence settled across the grand living room.


    Only Ralph and Alfredo remained.


    Alfredo stepped forward, concern etched deep into his lined features. “Sir, I don’t believe this secret will hold much longer. Shouldn’t we be honest with Ms. Hudson? You know how determined she is when her mind’s made up.”


    Alfredo had served under Ralph long enough to know Sadie’s relentless nature well.


    Ralph’s answer was a slow shake of the head, emotion clouding his features. He let out a breath, long and heavy. “No. Let the dust of the older generation’s grudges settle with time. The young don’t need to carry that darkness. She’s already endured too much.”


    Meanwhile, in the courtyard, ine and the guards gently ced Sharon into the car. He hesitated, his eyes flicking back to the illuminated halls of Castro Manor. His grandfather had seemed bothmanding… and strangely worn. Whatever had happened today clearly rattled him. What secrets had left him this shaken? And who exactly was this woman they were spiriting away?


    A storm of uncertainty rattled ine’s mind, unsettling his focus. He inhaled slowly, trying to calm the chaos in his brain.


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    “Let’s go,” he told the driver.


    The ck sedan eased away from the Castro Manor and melted into the evening’s gloom.


    Before they even reached the highway, multiple shadowy vehicles surged forward from concealed positions, cutting them off. Tires squealed, shattering the silence.


    ine felt his stomach lurch as their ride halted abruptly. He froze momentarily, then nced forward.


    The front automobile’s door swung open, and a recognizable silhouette emerged. The figure wore a sleek onyx ensemble, expression cold and concealed. It was Jack—Patrick’s most dependable assistant.


    ine’s eyes narrowed.


    Jack? Patrick’s assistant? What was he doing here? Were they targeting Sharon? Did Patrick already uncover something?


    ine stepped out of the car, his expression one of bewilderment. “What is Mr. Noel doing here? Has he changed his mind? Is he finally willing to sign the contract?”


    But why now? In fact, why hadn’t he gone straight to the office to begin with? That would have been the most reasonable approach. ine’s signature smirk was still stered on his face as he muttered these questions to himself.


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