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    “How? When did she die?” She was genuinely shocked by the news.


    The middle-aged man’s expression hardened even further. He was clearly displeased by Rosie’s questions.


    “She died this morning. She was blown up at the entrance of the Empire Hotel.”


    Rosie stood there in shock, unable to process the sudden and tragic news of Jade’s death. She stayed frozen for a long moment before finally managing to collect herself.


    Jade had been the only person capable of handling Brenna, and now, she was gone.


    “Who could have done this?” Rosie muttered. She had always suspected the Hewitt family was involved in the criminal underworld, and it wasn’t hard to imagine they had made plenty of enemies. Maybe someone hade back for revenge.


    It never crossed her mind that Brenna might have set the explosion herself. She just didn’t believe Brenna had the nerve to kill someone. Still, she wasn’t willing to just leave like this. She grabbed the middle-aged man to stop him. “I need to…”


    The middle-aged man was already in a bad mood. He had just received a sharp reprimand from Edward and was itching to unload his frustration on someone.


    “What do you want? If you don’t have business here, you better scram. This ce isn’t for the likes of you. And if you stick around too long, Mr. Ward might decide to kill you,” he said.


    Rosie’s eyes lit up with an idea. Jade was dead. If Edward believed Brenna was behind it, he would go after her, wouldn’t he?


    Of course, he would. Moreover, he would make Brenna suffer for it.


    Rosie quickly said, “Sir! I know the person responsible for Miss Hewitt’s death. And I know exactly where she is.”


    The middle-aged man paused, but his expression didn’t change. They had already deduced that Brenna was the likely culprit, and they knew her whereabouts.


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    Still, he was curious to hear what Rosie had to say. “Speak!”


    Rosie nced toward the building’s entrance. It wasn’t safe to speak out here since someone could easily overhear. “Can we talk inside?” she asked carefully.


    The man thought for a second, then turned and led her inside.


    Brenna was in a good mood. She had a delightful conversation with the Princess of Orwall earlier that day. To her surprise, the Princess had refused to be Maxley’s wife.


    The reason was simple enough. For a kingdom like Orwall, Plieca’s economic standing couldn’t hold a candle to theirs. And since royal marriages were closely tied to political alliances, such an arrangement wouldn’t serve Orwall’s best interests.


    By the time Brenna and Ethan made it back to the Empire Hotel, it was well past midnight.


    The hotel was eerily quiet. As they walked down the carpeted hallway, their footsteps barely made a sound.


    Aside from the two receptionists downstairs, the ce seemed deserted. Ethan couldn’t help but notice that even the security guards were nowhere to be found.


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