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    The performance demanded absolute perfection.


    On the following day, in the heart of the city, the polished sign for Lawson’s clinic caught the morning sunlight from its perch on the second floor of an impressive office building.


    Today marked the clinic’s grand opening.


    Sadie had orchestrated aprehensive publicity campaign in advance.


    The clinic weed visitors without restrictive entry requirements.


    As word spread throughout the city, both prominent figures and curious residents converged on the event.


    The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation and energy.


    Within the quiet sanctuary of the office, shielded from the noise outside, Sadie observed silently as her skilled makeup team transformed Hurst with meticulous precision.


    The figure reflected in the mirror, following the thorough makeover, wore an impably tailored charcoal suit.


    The transformation was remarkable—the elegant attire masked his typically brooding presence, lending him the distinguished appearance of a seasoned medical professional.


    Sadie studied him for several heartbeats, her expression betraying nothing. She harbored no affection for Hurst—without Noah’s situation forcing her hand, she would never have aligned herself with such a man.


    Yet circumstances demanded his cooperation.


    The lead makeup artist set down his brushes, turned to face her, and spoke with professional courtesy. “Ms. Hudson, we’ve finished.”


    Sadie acknowledged him with a subtle nod, her face remaining impassive as she gestured dismissively.


    The makeup artists, visibly relieved by her approval, bowed respectfully before making their swift exit.


    Only after their departure did Sadie approach.


    She examined the unfamiliar “Dr. Stuart Lawson” in the mirror, her voice maintaining its characteristic calmposure. “Once we seed, this clinic and every piece of equipment within it will belong to you.”


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    Hurst pivoted toward her, a subtle smile tugging at the edges of his lips. His gaze swept across the opulently decorated office with casual interest, satisfaction gleaming briefly in his eyes.


    The clinic’s impressive scope and sophisticated setup surpassed anything he had anticipated.


    He acknowledged that Sadie possessed a shrewd form of generosity.


    “How generous of you, Ms. Hudson.” His voice carried anguid quality, tinged with practiced indifference.


    “However, Ms. Hudson, are all security precautions in ce today? What happens if the real Stuart storms in and attacks me, the imposter? Mr. Wall could…”


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