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    He had assumed Alex would’ve known something. Anything.


    But when Alex finished listening, his body started to sway. His face had gone pale.


    He shook his head slowly, eyes zed. “How could this happen?”


    Unease crept through ine’s chest, making his shoulders tense.


    “Mr. Howe, please, try not to torment yourself with worry. Stan, he… he’s going to pull through this.”


    Alex’s knuckles whitened as his fists trembled. “Who could have attacked Stan so viciously? He’s always stood by my side, so someone must be targeting me deliberately.”


    Alex’s anguish appeared genuine, his pain etched deep in every line of his face.


    The knot of suspicion in ine’s chest loosened a bit.


    The operating room doors burst open with a metallic whoosh.


    Alex lunged forward, his hands seizing the doctor’s shoulders before the man could take another step. “How is Stan?”


    The doctor pulled off his surgical mask with exhausted fingers, releasing one heavy sigh after another.


    “He suffered severe trauma with massive internal bleeding. We’ve managed to stop the hemorrhaging for now, but his chances of waking up remain slim. He’s been moved to intensive care.”


    The words hit Alex like a physical blow, sending him stumbling backward as the color drained from his face.


    ine surged forward, catching Alex’s arm before he could copse.


    Words offort died on ine’s tongue, leaving him powerless in the face of such devastation.


    Stan’s brutal ordeal would shake anyone to their core.


    Alex fought to steady himself, drawing ragged breaths until hisposure returned.


    Determination zed in his eyes as he vowed to uncover the truth and deliver the justice Stan deserved.


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    “Mr. Castro, I must excuse myself. I need to return immediately to gather my team and investigate this matter thoroughly. Also, I need to conduct a thorough check within thepany.”


    ine nodded in understanding, his expression grave.


    He watched Alex’s unsteady retreat, his mind churning with conflicted thoughts. Alex’s raw grief had felt authentic, carved deep into every gesture. Perhaps his suspicious nature was betraying him, creating shadows where none existed.


    Maybe Stan’s nightmare had nothing to do with Alex after all.


    Outside the hospital, Alex strode toward a sleek ck Bentley waiting at the curb.


    The moment the car door clicked shut, every trace of grief melted from his features like snow in sunlight.


    Alex’s thoughts turned cold and calcting. Stan, that pathetic fool, had been nothing but a liability.


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