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    “Yes, Ms. Hudson.”


    She started to walk away but stopped when something odd caught her eye at the edge of her vision.


    In one of the building’s corners that remained mostly untouched, a sh of metal shone through the dust and debris.


    Curiosity sparked. What could that be?


    Sadie’s brow creased, and she motioned for the bodyguard to take a look. He moved in quickly, clearing away the mess until a small metal box came into view, half-hidden among the ashes.


    The box itself waspletely ck, fitted with a rusted lock that dangled from itstch.


    Sadie dropped into a crouch and tried to pull the lock loose, but it would not budge.


    A gentle shake produced a muffled noise from inside, hinting that something was still in there.


    “Ms. Hudson, it looks like a miniature safe,” the bodyguard said, peering closely at the lock. “Based on how this lock is built, breaking it open might damage whatever’s inside.”


    “Find a locksmith to open it properly. Make sure nothing inside gets damaged,” Sadie replied with a firm nod.


    Could this box have belonged to her parents? What secrets might it hold?


    Sadie straightened up, her eyes drifting over the battered remains of the building once more. Only charred walls and broken fragments remained, not a trace of family warmth to be found anywhere.


    A heavy sigh escaped her as she gathered herself and prepared to go. She took a step, only to wince as her shoe pressed against something hard underfoot.


    A frown formed as she shifted her foot and brushed aside a thickyer of dust.


    A small, round object glimmered faintly in the dim light.


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    She bent down and swept away the dust, uncovering a single pearl.


    Ity in her palm, white and smooth, the luster still bright beneath all the dirt.


    Was this pearl left behind from long ago?


    Sadie’s fingers traced its cool, shining surface, and something flickered in her gaze.


    She slipped the pearl into her bag with care and left the building without looking back.


    A ck Maybach pulled up in front of Wall Group’s headquarters.


    Sadie stepped out, her heels hitting the pavement with sharp purpose. She disappeared into the building, her stride unshaken.


    Inside the reception area, a group of young staff huddled behind the desk, whispering andughing. Some scrolled absently through their phones.


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