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    He nced at the caller ID. Dolores. With a deep sigh, he answered. The moment he did, her frantic voice burst through the line. “Lowell, you have to save me! I’ve been kidnapped! No—I’ve been drugged! I’m burning up! I need a man, Lowell!”


    Her words came in desperate gasps, but Lowell caught the meaning.


    Frowning, he scoffed. “You got kidnapped, yet somehow managed to call me? Dolores, if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”


    Dolores whimpered. “I swear it’s true! I was supposed to seduce Shaun tonight, but then… then… Lowell, please! There are so many men in this room. I’m terrified!”


    Before Lowell could respond, her voice abruptly cut off. A momentter, a different voice came through—cold, familiar. Shaun.


    “Your family business has been thrivingtely,” Shaun said casually. “You’ve made quite a bit of money, haven’t you?” he asked.


    The second Lowell heard his voice, everything clicked into ce. His expression darkened. “You got your memory back? Since when? Could it be…”


    Shaun chuckled. “Among all the Ruiz family members, you’re the only one I don’tpletely despise. You’re smart. You know when to push forward and when to retreat—unlike your stupid sister.”


    Lowell immediately grasped the implication. Shaun had regained his memory long ago and had likely seen through Dolores’s scheme to trap him into marriage.


    Understanding this, Lowell exhaled sharply. “Shaun, I apologize on behalf of my sister. She was foolish to try and manipte you.” He hesitated, then added, “Could you let her go?”


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    Shaun let out a low chuckle. “Lowell, I know you’ve always protected your family, but you’re blinded by them. Especially Dolores.”


    Lowell didn’t understand Shaun’s words. Just as he was about to ask, a notification popped up on his screen—Shaun had sent him a video.


    With a sinking feeling, Lowell tapped it open. Dolores appeared on the screen, surrounded by men, her demeanor nothing like the frantic, helpless woman from moments ago. She was smiling,ughing, openly seducing the man in front of her. There was no force, no coercion. She was enjoying herself.


    Lowell’s stomach churned. His own sister had just begged for his help, iming to be in danger—yet here she was, indulging herself without a care.


    His jaw clenched. “Shaun, was this really necessary?”


    Shaun’s voice remained indifferent. “Consider this a warning. Your blind loyalty to your sister will drag you down one day. Think about it—hasn’t Dolores ever set you up before?”


    Lowell’s expression hardened.


    Of course, she had.


    And the proof stood right in front of him—Tracy, pregnant with his child, forcing him into marriage. He had schemed with Dolores against Tracy, and now, the consequences hade full circle.


    Hanging up the call, Lowell’s grip tightened around his phone. His eyes turned ice-cold. Suddenly, anger surged through him. Grabbing Tracy’s wrist with force, he growled, “We’re going to the hospital. Now. This pregnancy ends today.”


    Tracy’s eyes burned with defiance. She wrenched her hand away. “No! I will never terminate this pregnancy! Don’t even think about it!”


    Lowell yanked Tracy out of the vi, his grip unrelenting as he all but dragged her along. She barely stumbled to keep up before they reached the parking garage.


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