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    “Yes, Mr. Howe,” she murmured.


    Two guards approached and silently escorted her from the room.


    Alex slumped into the couch. He swirled the wine in his ss but had lost any desire to drink.


    Noah’s fate still hung in limbo. Whether he would ever regain consciousness remained uncertain.


    Alex had eyes nted at the hospital day and night. Nothing would escape him.


    At Jazmah Hopevale Hospital,


    Sadie was being discharged today.


    She needed to return to thepany and take control of the chaos.


    Wall Group had been Noah’s life’s work. It was also a symbol of pride for both her grandfather and Nigel. She wouldn’t allow it to copse under her watch.


    She moved efficiently, gathering her belongings into a small bag when she noticed Tina nearby, her brows drawn together in annoyance.


    Usually lively and full of chatter, Tina now wore a frown and looked deted.


    Sadie’s expression softened as she approached, her voice light. “What’s wrong? Our little burst of sunshine looks awfully cloudy.”


    Tina gave a dramatic pout.


    “Sadie, you won’t believe it. ine is the absolute worst!” she eximed, cheeks puffing with frustration.


    “He got some weird allergic reaction to vitaminsst night and now he’s stuck in a hospital bed. That’s what he gets for messing around constantly!” Tina pped the nearest nt leaf as if it were ine himself.


    Sadie couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics.


    “If you’re so concerned, just admit it. I promise I won’t tease.”


    She paused, then added with a gentle note, “There’s no rush here. You should drop by and see him. He’s done a lot for ustely.”


    Tina’s eyes lit up briefly—then she quickly turned away, pink rising in her cheeks.


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    “Sadie! Don’t be ridiculous! ine flirts with everything that breathes. I’m sure there’s already a crowd of admirers at his bedside. Why would I even consider going? As if!”


    Sadie watched her flustered reaction with growing amusement, the corner of her lips tugging upward.


    She leaned in, her voice yful and low. “So you’re really not going?”


    Tina inted her cheeks and tilted her head to the side, eyes defiant, refusing to nce at Sadie or utter anything.


    Her sulky stance had a charm to it. She always spoke with a sting, yet beneath it all, she was tenderhearted.


    Sadie stifled a grin, gave a little cough, and adopted a tone of mock-authority. “Alright then. If that’s your attitude, as my assistant, you’ll be paying a courtesy call on our brave Mr. Castro on my behalf. This is part of your job.”


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