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    Sadie would surely have Ralph’s loyalty, but if the truth got twisted, even he might be agitated—and that would spell trouble for everyone.


    ine, picking up on Samuel’s silent worry, slowed as they approached the door. He stopped abruptly, then turned with a sly grin.


    “Samuel, you’re still too young to grasp theyers underneath all this. You give them too much credit.” He let out a scoff, his voice dripping with contempt. “None of them would ever have the guts toin in front of my grandfather. And if they’re foolish enough to try, they’d better be prepared to get smacked down with that cane he’s so fond of swinging!”


    Samuel nodded, the realization settling in. Indeed, Ralph wasn’t someone to cross.


    ine caught the change in his eyes and lifted a brow, clearly pleased. Then he paused, as if something important had juste to mind. “Any updates on Hailey?” he asked.


    Samuel’s face shifted, the ease draining from his features. “I’ve already looped in the police,” he said. “We pulled surveince from the roads around the urban vige. The cars that took Hailey were all ck. They drove straight out toward the outskirts, but just before hitting the city limits… they disappeared from every camera.”


    ine’s head snapped up. “Disappeared?” he echoed. “That many cars, in broad daylight, and not a single camera caught where they went? How could that be? Unbelievable!”


    He didn’t buy it. Someone had tampered with the footage. Whoever was behind this wasn’t just some reckless gang.


    ine’s gaze sharpened.


    “Not our priority right now,” he said. His eyes flickered slightly. “I’ve got leads of my own. Please try to fix Jack’s phone and see what’s in there. Keep tabs on thepany. If anything shifts, I want to hear it from you first.”


    Samuel gave a firm nod. “Understood, Mr. Castro. I’ll stay on it.”


    ine didn’t respond. He turned and left without another word.


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    His thoughts weren’t on Jack’s phone or thepany anymore. They circled back to Sadie.


    By the time he reached the hospital, thirty minutes had passed.


    As he stepped into the lobby, he slowed, something pulling at the corner of his vision.


    There. Just ahead. A familiar face.


    Alex?


    What was he doing here?


    He narrowed his eyes, not trusting the glimpse. But after a moment, there was no mistaking it.


    His lips curled into a knowing smile as he made his way over, every sense on edge.


    “Mr. Howe,” he greeted coolly. “What a coincidence. Didn’t you have a car ident recently? You’re up and about already?”


    Alex turned at the voice, wearing the same unbothered smile he always did. “Mr. Castro. Just came to have my bandages changed. Since I’m already here… I figured I’d pay a visit to Sadie.”


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