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    A shuddering exhtion escaped his lips while beads of nervous perspiration clung to his forehead like dewdrops.


    The margin for disaster had been razor-thin—a single miscalction would have incinerated his careful nning and left nothing but ashes.


    Alex’s thoughts turned venomous as he contemted Stan’s demise— that bumbling ipetent had finally served a useful purpose by dying.


    Alex dragged his sleeve across his damp forehead, and the familiar chill of strategic thinking crystallized once again behind his eyes.


    “Killing Stan was not enough,” Alex dered with arctic precision. “Jack remains problematic—he knows too much and poses a continuing threat. Eliminate him with surgical efficiency—no witnesses, no evidence, no errors.”


    Alex understood that Jack possessed dangerous knowledge that could destroy everything—should Sadie’s or Noah’s operatives discover what Jack knew, the resulting explosion would consume them all.


    “Perfectly understood, sir.” Egan inclined his head with the deference of a seasoned professional. “I’ll handle this matter with immediate attention.”


    Having received his orders, Egan pivoted smoothly and departed the room with purposeful, measured strides that spoke of deadly intent.


    ine’s men hadbed through every corner of the hospital, yet the fake nurse had vanishedpletely.


    She had disappeared without leaving behind even the faintest clue—like morning mist evaporating into thin air.


    Vanishing so quickly and smoothly in such a short time? That couldn’t possibly be mere chance.


    This had been a carefully nned killing, without the slightest doubt.


    ine’s face turned stormy while his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles popped like breaking twigs.


    Someone possessed the sheer nerve tomit murder directly beneath his watch—then melted away without leaving behind even a fingerprint.


    The act stood as a brazen insult to his power, and he refused to allow such disrespect to pass unanswered. If these killers had possessed the boldness to strike at Stan, then Jack might easily be their next victim.


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    Every fiber of ine’s being shrieked warnings of an approaching threat. Ice-cold dread crawled up his backbone, racing from his toes all the way to the top of his skull.


    Hesitation had be a luxury he could no longer afford. Without wasting another second, he spun around and marched away with determined steps.


    Beyond the entrance to Jack’s private room, ine had positioned his most reliable security team. He hadmanded them to maintain constant vignce around the clock, never allowing their attention to waver for even a heartbeat.


    The hallway stretched before them, wrapped in thick, oppressive quiet. Multiple guards held their positions like statues, their posture sharp and ready. As he witnessed this scene, ine’s wound-tight anxiety loosened just a fraction. For the moment, at least, Jack remained protected.


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