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    Meanwhile, Alex strolled back to his seat with unbothered grace, picked up his coffee mug, and gave it a slow, thoughtful blow, as though nothing unusual were happening.


    “Let’s help Mr. Pierce settle down,” he said smoothly. “He’s not getting any younger… perhaps a touch of senility is setting in.”


    The words had barely left his mouth when the bodyguards sprang into action. One grabbed a te of spicy chili-zed chicken pieces, while another seized Malcolm by the jaw, forcing his mouth open.


    They forced the chicken pieces into his mouth and down his throat.


    “Mmph! Mmph!” Malcolm thrashed, his arms iling wildly, but it was like fighting shadows—his strength useless against the trained muscle holding him.


    The spicy sauce burned down his throat like acid, tears springing to his eyes as he hacked and coughed, humiliated and broken.


    Just outside the room, Tina stood frozen behind the slightly ajar door. Her eyes widened in horror, a hand mping over her mouth to suppress the scream rising in her throat.


    Was this really Alex? The man who always smiled politely, who treated Sadie with such tenderness—the man who once seemed the embodiment of charm and civility? Now, he looked like a demon cloaked in silk.


    A cold shiver climbed up Tina’s spine, her palms slick with sweat.


    He was brutal!


    Tina forced herself to stayposed, even as her heart thundered in her chest.


    She knew what she had to do.


    With trembling fingers, she fumbled her phone out of her pocket, her mind screaming only one thing—get evidence.


    She had to capture it. Alex’s true, terrifying self exposed.


    Just as she raised her phone and tried to steady the shot, a sharp notification chime sliced through the silence.


    Her stomach dropped.


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    She’d forgotten to silence her phone.


    Inside the room, Alex froze.


    His eyes snapped toward the door like a predator catching scent. And then—he caught Tina’s terrified eyes. His pupils narrowed into slits, cold and calcting. What the hell was Tina doing here?


    Fear surged through Tina like a lightning bolt.


    Acting on pure instinct, she jabbed at her phone screen, found ine’s chat, and sprinted down the corridor.


    Behind her, Alex’s face twisted with fury. “Go! Bring her to me!” he snapped.


    The bodyguards dropped the limp, gasping Malcolm like dead weight and charged after Tina.


    Meanwhile, at the hospital, ine sat upright in bed, eyes locked on his phone screen, scrolling through unanswered messages. Still nothing from Tina.


    His thumb hovered, then swiped to dial her number again.


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