Chapter 990

Sadie’s eyes hardened to obsidian.

“Eliminate them,” she commanded, her voice devoid of inflection. “Every last one. Leave no witnesses, no traces.”

“Consider it done,” Samuel murmured, hesitating visibly as though words perched unspoken on his tongue.

Sadie caught his hesitation, one eyebrow arching questioningly. Before she could probe further, her phone erupted with a shrill ring.

The name pulsing across her screen deepened her frown. Nathan. What urgent business could he have at this ungodly hour?

Sadie swiped to answer. Immediately, Nathan’s voice exploded through the speaker, saturated with relief and frenetic energy—the panicked reaction of someone who’d believed her dead only moments ago.

“Sadie! Thank God! You’re alive! Have you any concept of my worry? I was convinced you’d perished in those highway flames!”

Sadie flinched away from the volume assault, jerking the phone to a safer distance from her sensitive ear.

Her brows knitted tighter as irritation flared.

“Lower your voice,” she snapped. “You’re assaulting my eardrums.”

From the driver’s position, Samuel discreetly bowed his head, eavesdropping on their exchange. Nathan’s dramatic response came as no surprise.

What Samuel had been hesitating to speak about was exactly Nathan’s heroics on the highway. He had recklessly attempted to rescue Sadie from the blazing vehicle, nearly succumbing to smoke inhalation during his effort.

Now Nathan’s call had preempted his planned revelation, catching him off-guard.

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“Calm down,” Sadie commanded, her voice steady and measured. “What’s the situation in Beversea now?”

On the other end of the line, Nathan inhaled deeply several times, struggling to rein in his frayed nerves.

The image of the blackened, twisted car wreckage on the highway haunted him still, a cold fear clutching at his chest like an unwelcome visitor.

Thankfully, Sadie had emerged unscathed. Had she been injured—or worse—he knew he would be in deep trouble.

“It’s just as you expected,” Nathan said, his voice still laced with tension, though he’d lowered it to a more controlled level.

“The police have started the investigation. The Johnsons are spiraling into panic—their downfall imminent. Meanwhile, my family has strategically distanced ourselves to shield our interests from the fallout.”

He paused, savoring the moment as satisfaction dripped from every syllable. “Honestly, Ophelia’s incompetence borders on the spectacular. She scattered evidence like breadcrumbs, practically pleading to be apprehended!”

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