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    Noah was in dire condition, and her only hope was Hurst.


    Her scheme had been more of a gamble than a coboration.


    She looked up at Alex, her face etched with fatigue. “Thank you for today, Alex,” she said politely. “I’ll treat you to a meal one of these days.”


    Alex was about to say that there was no need, that she didn’t have to be so formal with him, but Sadie was already looking at her watch.


    “I should go check on Noah.” Then she brushed past him and headed for the elevator without even waiting for him to respond.


    The clicking sound of her heels against the tiled floor sounded unusually loud in the corridor.


    Alex had instinctively reached for her, but his hand was left frozen in mid-air. He was rooted to the spot, watching Sadie’s slender figure walk away from him with firm, resolute strides, until she disappeared behind the elevator doors.


    Alex felt a weight settle in the pit of his stomach the moment the elevator doors closed, as if they were permanently severing his ties with Sadie. His hand slowly clenched into a tight fist. Why did Sadie care about Noah that much?


    If she wanted to save Noah that badly, then he would dly see to it that the bastard survived.


    He would personally make sure that Noah was awake and aware as he gradually lost everything. That kind of slow and helpless agony would certainly be a fate worse than death!


    Yes, perhaps letting Noah live would be better, after all.


    Alex was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone vibrated inside his pocket. Beal’s name shed on the screen.


    Alex’s face darkened as he answered the call. “Yes?” he snapped, his voice strained.


    “Mr. Howe,” Beal said, respectful as ever, “I’ve made all the necessary arrangements here at the branch office. Our people are on standby, ready to acquire any of the Wall Group’s shares as soon as they are on the market.”


    Some of the tension left Alex’s body, but his demeanor remained chilly. “Well done. Go over to the headquarters and take over all the work Stan previously handled.”


    Stan had proven himself to be rather ipetent; it was time to have someone more obedient beside him.


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    Beal didn’t have to be told twice. “Understood, Mr. Howe.”


    The call ended.


    Tucked away in a quiet corner of a downtown café, Beal set his phone aside and looked respectfully at the man across the table, who stirred his coffee with slow, deliberate motions.


    “Everything’s gone exactly as you wanted, Mr. Perry. Alex has walked into our trap.”


    At that, a faint, icy smile flickered across Humphrey’s lips, though his eyes stayed as cold and unreadable as ever. His spoon stilled in the cup for just a heartbeat.


    Alex believed he was running the show, never suspecting the real game was happening behind the scenes.


    Humphrey’s nod was barely perceptible. “Stay in character and keep a close eye on him. The moment anything happens, you contact me.”


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