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    Yet the blood donation created a puzzling contradiction—until suddenly, the pieces clicked together with chilling rity. How brilliantly calcted! Donating blood provided the perfect camouge to deflect any potential suspicion.


    A tempestuous whirlwind of contradictory emotions crashed through Alex’s consciousness—burning resentment intertwining with bewildering confusion and gnawing unease. All these feelings twisted together into an agonizing knot that pressed painfully against his chest.


    In the adjacent room, Noah gradually emerged from the fog of unconsciousness, his awareness returning piece by careful piece.


    A weak cough escaped his throat as he fought against his body’s protests. Muscles trembled with the effort required to push himself upright and maneuver his unsteady legs over the edge of the bed.


    Crushing waves of dizziness crashed over him repeatedly, a direct consequence of significant blood loss. Each surge left him feeling dangerously lightheaded and rmingly unsteady.


    At that precise moment, Stan burst through the door and rushed across the room to reach his weakened side. “Mr. Wall, I am grateful. Really.”


    Noah’s fingers found his throbbing temples, applying gentle pressure as hisplexion remained worryingly pale from the substantial blood transfusion. “I was simply settling an outstanding debt. He rescued Averi. Now we’re even.” His prating gaze rose slowly, subtle threads of suspicion beginning to dance beneath the deceptively tranquil surface of his dark eyes.


    “What brings you to my bedside? Shouldn’t your primary loyalty be directing you toward your boss instead?”


    Stan’s entire posture grew rigid with sudden tension, an unmistakably ufortable expression flickering across his usuallyposed features. He found himself caught in agonizing indecision, uncertain whether revealing Hailey’s calcted visit would be wise—particrly after witnessing the dangerous tempest that had been gathering strength in his boss’s bloodshot eyes earlier. For several heartbeats, he remained suspended in uncertainty.


    The sharp trill of Noah’s phone suddenly shattered the tense silence—Jack’s name zing across the illuminated screen.


    Stan, whose keen instincts never failed to read a situation correctly, executed a respectful bow and retreated several measured steps.


    “Mr. Wall, I’ll give you privacy for your important call. Should you require anything at all, just speak the word.”


    He offered another deferential bow before silently gliding from the room, ensuring the door sealed shut with barely a whisper behind his departing form.


    Noah epted the iing call with swift efficiency. “What have you discovered?”


    Jack’s voice emerged from the speaker, pitched low with the gravity of important news, colored by deep respect.


    “Boss, we’ve sessfully located Ms. Burgess’s vehicle in the urban vige. Mr. Castro has already coordinated with local police authorities to initiate aprehensive door-to-door search operation.”


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