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Nn’s face darkened. “You’re bleeding?”

Eliza looked down andb, /bsure enoughb, /bsaw a long, thin cut on her arm.

She had bbeen /bso tenseb, /bshe hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe she’d been scraped during the scuffle with Grace.

“I’m fine-”

Before she could finish, one of the bodyguards burst through the door. “Sir! There’s been an ident!”

Eliza immediately tried to stand.

But Nn gently pushed her back onto the couch. His tone was stern: “I’ll treat your wound first.”

“But-”

“I said sit.”

His voice left no room for negotiation.

Eliza had no choice but to let Nn finish dressing the wound.

Later, they followed the others to a road outside the city.

Two cars had crashed at an intersection. One of them was smoking badly from the front.

Eliza stopped dead in her tracks.

In the driver’s seat–slumped over the wheel, face covered in blood–was Grace.

A bodyguard reported, “We’ve already called 911 and the police. They should be here any minute.”

bEliza’s /beyes grew colder.

Something wasn’t right.

This crash–it was too sudden, too convenient.

biNo/i/bbi… /i/bbithere’s /i/bisomething /iiwrong /iihere/i.

“Nn!”

Henry, Colton, and Lewis finally arrived, rushing out of the car.

All three of them froze at the sight of the wreck.

Henry looked at Eliza, and when he spotted the bandage on her arm, his face fell. “Elizze–what happened to your arm?b” /b

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“I’m okay. Nn already patched it up,” she replied.

“This crazy woman actually kidnapped you…” Henry muttered, jaw clenched.

He hadn’t thought the Holt family would stoop so low as to resort to abduction.

The police arrived shortly after.

Finished

Grace was taken away by paramedics, unconscious and bloodied. Zayden, upon hearing the news, rushed to the hospital.

After brief statements were given, Eliza and the others were allowed to leave.

In the hospital, Zayden sat outside the operating room.

When he saw Eliza arrive, his eyes burned with rage. He stormed toward her–but was immediately blocked by Nn’s guards.

Zayden shouted, “Eliza, what the hell did my mom ever do to you that you’d set her up like this?!”

“Do you even know what actually happened?” Henry stepped forward, face icy. “Your mom kidnapped Eliza. She tried to flee and drove into oing traffic! She did this to herself–don’t you dare me Elizze.”

Zayden scoffed. “Right. Like I’m supposed to believe anything from people like iyou/ii. /iWhy would my mom kidnap Eliza out of nowhere?”

Nn, still standing beside Eliza, finally spoke up. “You don’t know why? Isn’t it because iyou /iwere the one investigating her behind her back?”

Zayden froze.

His mind shed back to the day Grace entered his room under the guise of cleaning.

iDid /ishei… /iifind /iithe /iiphotos /iithen/ii? /i

bYes/bb. /b

bHe /bhad been secretly following Eliza–but it hadn’t been spying, not exactly.

He just wanted to bsee /bhow she was doing.

He’d driven past her warehouse more than once. That’s when he started uncovering her secrets.

At first, he had considered using what he found to ask for help–to save Holt Corp.

But he bgave /bup on that idea quickly.

He hadn’t wanted to destroy whatever tiny thread still connected him to her.

Eliza looked at Nn in surprise.

b2/3 /b

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She had never told anyone about her meeting with Grace.

iHow /iihad /iiNn /iknowni? /i

“So… it was all because of that,” Zayden murmured.

His knees gave out, and he copsed to the ground, defeated.

Eliza’s expression didn’t soften in the slightest.

She turned to Nn. “I want to speak to Zayden alone.”

Finished

Nn hesitated. He seemed to want to say something–but in the end, he nodded and led Henry and the others away.

The hallway emptied, leaving only her and Zayden.

Eliza stood over him. “Zayden, this isn’t over. Your mother kidnapped me. If she wakes up and admits who told her to do it, I’ll consider dropping charges.”

“…What do you mean?”

Zayden looked up, confused.

“You don’t know how much money mypany’s made,” Eliza said coldly. “But somehow, iyour /iimother /iknew. And she knew exactly where I lived. She knew where to lie in wait, knew the perfect time to grab me. All of it–too convenient. Too exact.”

“There’s more going on here than just your mother’s idea of desperation.”

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