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    Samuel struggled to catch his breath, finally steadying himself enough to speak. “It’s… Hailey. Hailey’s been taken.”


    The words crashed over the group like a violent storm, freezing everyone in stunned disbelief.


    Who could be brazen enough to pull off such a daring move? To snatch someone right from the clutches of the Wall and Castro families—only a madman could show such recklessness.


    Samuel shook his head in desperation, his voice trembling with urgency. “I’ve already dispatched teams to investigate! Our people were escorting Hailey to a secure, hidden location when we ran into Jack and Stan. Just as we were preparing to leave the vige, a group of unknown assants struck—they came in overwhelming numbers and were heavily armed. Our team was caughtpletely off guard, ambushed!”


    With every word, Samuel’s face darkened further. “Jack took a brutal hit—he’s been rushed to the hospital for emergency care. And Stan… Stan was taken by those attackers as well.”


    ine’s temples throbbed with fury, his fists clenched tight like iron.


    This was nothing short of a disgrace—under his watch, Hailey had been taken away like a prize from the Wall and Castro families’ very grasp.


    ine’s gaze burned with resolve. He was determined to unmask the audacity behind this insult.


    Seeing his rising wrath, Tina stepped forward cautiously. “Calm down,” she said softly, her delicate brows knitting together in perplexity. “If they came to rescue Hailey, then those must be her people. But why take Stan too? Isn’t he Mr. Howe’s assistant?”


    Her words fell like a cold ssh of reality, briefly quelling ine’s anger.


    His expression hardened as reason crept in.


    There was something off about this.


    Taking Hailey made sense—rescue, after all—but why Stan?


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    Did he hold some secret they wanted?


    Or were they using him as a bargaining chip against the Howe Group? The pieces didn’t quite fit yet, and ine’s mind raced to solve the puzzle.


    Suddenly, Nathan’s terrified scream shattered the tense silence. “Sadie!” ine whipped around just in time to see Sadie’s face drained of color, her body crumpling toward the floor.


    Without a second thought, he lunged forward, catching her effortlessly before she could hit the floor, cradling her as if she weighed nothing at all—like a fragile tender in his arms.


    His heart hammered wildly as panic surged through him. “Sadie! Someone—get a doctor, now!”


    Twenty minutester, in a sterile hospital room, a doctor removed his stethoscope and reported quietly but firmly, “She fainted from sheer exhaustion and emotional strain. Her body is pushed beyond its limits. Her recent miscarriage has left her dangerously weak. She must avoid any more stress or emotional turmoil. As her family, it’s crucial you ensure she restspletely.”


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