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    She scanned the hallway. Deserted.


    Once she ensured the coast was clear, she leaned close to the suite door, slightly turning her head to peer through the narrow opening.


    The lighting inside was faint.


    Alex lounged at the table, radiating cool dominance.


    Across from him sat Malcolm—visibly unraveling. Sweat drenched his forehead, and his shirt was half undone. He clutched his hands together, eyes wild with dread.


    “Mr. Howe, you have to help me! I did everything exactly as you instructed. And now Wall Group is threatening me with awsuit. They im I’ve provoked internal conflict and are holding me ountable. What am I supposed to do now?” Malcolm’s voice cracked, nearly breaking.


    Alex calmly drew in a breath of smoke, his gaze driftingzily to the desperate man across from him.


    “Mr. Pierce… did you already forget what we agreed upon?” Alex’s tone, icy and deliberate, sliced through the air. “I warned you clearly—whatever you do, keep Sadie out of it. You were free to stir the pot however you liked—as long as she remained untouched. But you didn’t listen. Now look where that’s gotten you. Frankly, you deserve everything that’s happening.”


    Color drained from Malcolm’s cheeks.


    Alex’s dispassionate reply confirmed he had no interest in bailing him out.


    Malcolm’s stomach churned with fury. His lips curled into a snarl, and his hands clenched into fists. “We’re entangled in this together, Mr. Howe!” he growled. “Let me be absolutely clear—if you hang me out to dry, don’t expect me to stay quiet. I’ve got receipts. I’ll blow the lid off everything. Hailey’s secret child, your dirty tricks to ruin Noah… all of it. If I go down, I’ll make damn sure you’re crashing down with me.”


    The moment Malcolm issued his threat, a chill swept through the air around Alex, as if the temperature had dropped with his mood. He rose slowly, each deliberate step forward echoing with quiet menace.


    Gone was the warmth that usually lit his gaze—now, his eyes zed with a sharp, unrelenting edge.


    Malcolm’s bravado faltered. A tremor of unease passed through him, and he instinctively retreated a pace.


    “W-What are you trying to do?” he stammered, his voice cracking under pressure. “I’m warning you—don’t do anything reckless! If anything happens to me, you’ll regret it!”


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    He stood his ground, but the wobble in his voice betrayed the fear wing at him.


    Alex was terrifying in his silence, the threat of action more potent than words.


    For a moment, it looked like Alex might actually snap.


    A low, bitterugh slipped from his lips—humorless and cold. His eyes never softened. “Mr. Pierce,” he said calmly, “you’re making false usations. But if there’s one thing I truly can’t stand… it’s being threatened.”


    He raised a handzily, as though dismissing a fly.


    The restroom door burst open without warning, and a line of towering bodyguards in ck suits marched out, their faces emotionless as they closed in around Malcolm like a pack of wolves. Terror overtook him—his knees began to buckle.


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