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    Alex’s eyebrows lifted just barely, as if he hadn’t truly expected her request. He paused, letting his eyes move between Tina’s worried face and the box she offered.


    “Well… alright.”


    A rush of relief swept over Tina, her face openly grateful. “Thank you, Mr. Howe. I really appreciate this!”


    With care, she handed him the box, her tone turning serious. “You’ll find Ms. Hudson at the Jazmah Hopevale Hospital or over at Wall Group. I have to leave right now!”


    Not wasting another second, she swung open the sedan’s door and climbed inside.


    The car’s engine sprang to life, and she drove off, quickly blending into the traffic and vanishing around the corner.


    Alex stood in ce, watching until her car was out of sight.


    Slowly, his gentle smile faded, leaving behind a much colder look.


    He nced down at the battered cardboard box in his grip, his eyes dark and unreadable.


    His knuckles whitened as he clenched the box.


    Thankfully, his team had been quick to inform him of the situation.


    If they hadn’t been so efficient, things might have ended very differently today. Without hesitation, Alex turned and headed for a ck Bentley parked nearby, slipping into its dimly lit interior.


    He dropped the box onto the passenger seat without a second thought, making no immediate move to start the engine. Instead, he reached inside the box and pulled out the old phone.


    A quick press of the power button brought the screen to life, disying an unread message at the top: “Alex was seen on the evening of the seventh, at 9:15 PM, in Alley Three of the urban vige, meeting with a woman believed to be Hailey. Both entered an old apartment building and stayed there for roughly two hours. Surveince footage shows the two have met before.”


    Alex’s eyes darkened as he studied the screen, unreadable.


    He fixed his gaze on the message, and a slow, cold smile spread across his lips. After a moment, he tapped the screen gently, switching the phone off.


    His attention then shifted to the storagepartment, where he retrieved another phone—one that matched the first in every detail, even the scratches on its surface.


    He carefully ced the identical device back into the battered cardboard box. As for the original phone that ine had wanted repaired, Alex tossed it carelessly into the storage space.


    ine and his people truly refused to give up.


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