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    The truth mmed into Sadie with the force of a freight train, leaving her reeling.


    Memory catapulted her back to the day in the urban vige, when Hailey’s n had nearly imed Noah’s life.


    During those chaotic moments, when gunfire and screaming had filled the air, someone had vanished without a trace.


    The question crystallized with terrifying rity—had the genuine Stuart escaped during that time?


    So, the person seated across from her at this very moment had been orchestrating an borate masquerade since their first encounter.


    Panic wed at Sadie’s chest, constricting her breathing, yet she summoned every ounce of self-control to maintain her focus. Her gaze locked onto Hurst withser intensity.


    “Your timing in revealing this information cannot be idental. What message are you attempting to convey?”


    A man capable of such borate deception wouldn’t expose himself without calcting every possible advantage the revtion might provide.


    Hurst maintained unwavering eye contact, his expression still touched by that infuriating smile that suggested he found Sadie’s confusion deeply amusing.


    “Allow me to eliminate any confusion, Ms. Hudson. The neural chip imntation technology you seek? Not only can I perform these procedures, but my skills have surpassed anything my brother ever achieved.”


    Venom dripped from every word, years of umted resentment poisoning his voice.


    “Decades of my existence have been sacrificed to his ambitions—serving as his recement, absorbing consequences meant for him, sanitizing disasters he created and abandoned.”


    “This feeling—it’s like being trapped underwater, choking on everything I can’t say.”


    Years of buried bitterness flickered in Hurst’s eyes, too raw to be forgotten.


    Sadie stayed silent, absorbing it all.


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    So there was a deeper thread, tightly wound and hidden in the dark.


    Hurst noticed her stillness but pressed on. “My goal is clear,” he said steadily. “I’ll help you save Mr. Wall. But once that’s done, Ms. Hudson, I need something in return.”


    He paused, his expression hardening, eyes now sharp enough to cut. “Help me kill Stuart. Then make sure I get back to Zupren alive.”


    Sadie blinked, the weight of his words crashing over her.


    This wasn’t what she’d expected—not even close.


    “You’re nning to take Stuart’s ce…pletely?”


    Hurst let out an unrestrained chuckle, his smile touched with the ease of someone finally unburdened. For once, he didn’t bother to veil his true intentions.


    “Yes,” he said smoothly. “I have my own ambitions, my own ends to chase. But tell me—does that interfere with your goal of saving Mr. Wall?” He leaned in, just enough to press his point, his voice taking on a velvety edge of persuasion.


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