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    The car didn’t stop. Not for a second.


    It veered sharply and vanished into the night, leaving no trail behind.


    Only Alex remained, lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by frozen faces staring in stunned disbelief.


    Gasps rippled through the bystanders, who surged forward.


    “Isn’t that the CEO of Howe Group?”


    “Someone, call an ambnce!”


    Across the street, Hailey sipped her drink at a quiet cafe, her lips curled in grim amusement.


    She couldn’t afford to let Alex take his time figuring things out.


    This brutal shock was crafted to force his handpliance through urgency. As paramedics loaded Alex into the vehicle and sped off, she tucked cash beneath her cup, slid on her shades, and exited without a nce back.


    The security man stationed at the entryway shadowed her instantly.


    “Ma’am, the chauffeur is in hiding, just as instructed. No word will spread.”


    Hailey gave a sharp nod. “Well executed. But don’t forget—dead lips never talk.”


    The guard stiffened slightly, understanding the veiled instruction. “Understood. I’ll handle it now.”


    Hailey’s approval was silent but cold, her gaze hard as flint.


    She had sacrificed too much and maneuvered too precisely to allow loose ends. Any threat would be erased—permanently.


    At the hospital, Sadie tossed in her sheets, a creeping sense of dread coiling in her chest. Beads of sweat dotted her skin.


    In her sleep, a savage vision of a collision tore through her mind—violent, gory, unforgettable.


    She bolted upright with a startled gasp.


    Breathing hard, she realized she was drenched in sweat.


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    She wrapped her arms around herself, her heart pounding erratically.


    What was that? Why such horror in her dreams?


    Whispers filtered in from the hallway—muddled, indistinct.


    Driven by instinct, she threw the nket aside and stood up in haste.


    Her foot slid on the tile, and she stumbled with a cry.


    Startled by themotion, Noah shoved the door open and stormed inside. When he spotted Sadie copsed on the floor, dread carved deep lines into his expression, and he rushed over.


    “Sadie… can you hear me?”


    His eyes shifted momentarily, but the worry beneath them lingered.


    She sped his hand for bnce, her tone unsteady. “Did something go wrong?” The air was thick with tension, refusing to ease.


    Noah faltered, then offered a strained grin. “Honestly, everything is fine.” He gently lifted her from the floor.


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