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    Rapid nods came from the bodyguard. “All loose ends are tied up, sir. No evidence will point back to us.”


    A silent wave of dismissal came from Alex, and the guard quickly scrambled to his feet.


    Turning away from the chaos, Alex strode off, distancing himself from the river and the cries behind him. At the corner, he nearly collided with Beal.


    Deference marked Beal’s greeting as he bowed his head. “Mr. Howe.” Troubled thoughts consumed Alex, leaving him too distracted to respond as he walked straight past without a word.


    Beal watched Alex’s departing figure, then turned his attention to the bodyguard who had spoken to Alex.


    A subtle nod passed between them, a silentmunication in the dim light.


    Satisfaction flickered across Beal’s face, his mouth curving into a knowing grin.


    With Tina gone, the rift between Sadie and Alex would only deepen.


    Every sign pointed to Humphrey’s scheme drawing closer to fruition.


    The next day, the manager of Nirvana personally delivered the restored surveince recordings to Myrtlewood Estate with an air of humility.


    Recovery hade swiftly for Noah, who returned home from the hospital that very morning.


    Side by side with Sadie, he studied the surveince footage that Nirvana had provided.


    Every detail in the video was crisp, capturing the entire property without blind spots.


    Yet, not a single frame featured Tina or Malcolm anywhere in the establishment.


    Somehow, it seemed they had simply vanished, their presence wiped from every angle.


    Nearby, the nervous Nirvana manager wiped sweat from his brow, his voice wavering. “Ms. Hudson, Mr. Wall, after I got back, I questioned everyone on staff. No one saw Ms. Delgado or Mr. Pierce the previous day.”


    A deep frown etched itself on Sadie’s face as she remained quiet, turning the facts over in her mind.


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    Giving up was not an option—Tina’s death demanded justice. Relentlessness set in; Sadie refused to let the murderer escape unpunished.


    As she nced about the room, it dawned on her that someone important was not there.


    “Has anyone seen ine today?” she asked.


    Normally, ine would have shown up by now.


    One of the bodyguards stepped forward, his tone tense. “Ms. Hudson, after your call with Mr. Castro yesterday, we haven’t been able to reach him at all.”


    The newsnded like a thunderbolt—Sadie sprang to her feet, her expression shifting in an instant. “Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner?” ine, as Ralph’s only grandson, couldn’t be left vulnerable—especially now, with danger circling so close.


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