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The night outside was heavy. It felt like the calm before the storm.
Alexandra took the file Yrian handed her, glanced at it, and chuckled Hendrix is suspicious after all.
Yrian raised an eyebrow Time to close the net
Not yet, she closed the file, her gaze shifting to the night sky outside. I want him to come and beg me personally.
Just like she once begged him to come back.
As it turned out, Hendrix’s premonition was correct.
Just as Sanchez Group’s stock price began stabilizing, several institutions seemed to have coordinated their actions, collectively withdrawing their investments. The Sanchez Group’s shares plummeted, hitting a historic low.
Hendrix stood before the floor–to–ceiling window, his palms gradually clenching.
Behind him, his assistant didn’t dare to breathe.
Where’s the CFO
He’s… unreachable.
A deathly silence fell over the office. The assistant kept sweating profusely, wiping his forehead. What he’d uncov- ered made him fear his career would end if he spoke.
Have we identified the entities behind those institutions
Here it comes.
The assistant closed his eyes briefly and placed documents on the workstation. Mr. Sanchez, our investigation shows those investment firms report to different parent companies–all ultimately under the umbrella of the A&N Group.
Hearing this, Hendrix felt an expected sense of relief wash over him.
Instinct told him the A&N Group was Alexandra herself.
Alexandra had come for retribution.
If that was the case…
Hendrix stood before the A&N Group headquarters, his suit slightly rumpled, his eyes bloodshot,
He’d waited here for three days.
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Emily politely yet coldly rejected his appointment requests every time, while security guards vigilantly blocked each attempt to force entry.
But he couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
Move. His voice dropped dangerously low.
Before the guard could react, Hendrix shoved him aside and charged toward the elevators.
Today he would see Alexandra!
The office door on the top floor burst open.
Alexandra sat before the floor–to–ceiling window, her back to him, the pen in her hand scratching sharply across doc-
uments.
Mr. Sanchez, she spoke without turning, her voice unnervingly calm. Trespassing on private property gives me grounds to call the police.
Hendrix’s breath stopped.
That voice…
The voice that haunted countless dreams now stood within reach, yet colder than a stranger’s.
Alexandra… He took a step forward, voice rasping. I know it’s you.
Alexandra finally turned.
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