Chapter 165

Chapter 165:

Sadie detailed the situation. “I need you to find the source of the leak and identify the person responsible.”

“Please rest assured, Miss Hudson. We will conduct a thorough investigation and provide you with results as soon as possible.” After she ended the call, Sadie’s heart remained heavy.

Sadie hadn’t slept a wink that night, her thoughts dominated by the leak of the design drafts.

The following morning, a knock sounded at the studio door. “Sadie, someone from the Lawrence Group is here,” an employee informed her.

Taken aback for a moment, Sadie quickly rose, adjusted her clothing, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

A man in a sharp suit and gold-rimmed glasses stood at the threshold, a document folder in hand and a professional smile on his face. “Good morning, Miss Hudson. I’m Edgar White, Mr. Lawrence’s assistant.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. White. What brings you here?” Sadie inquired.

“Mr. Lawrence has sent me to deliver this to you,” Edgar replied, presenting the folder.

Taking the folder with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, Sadie opened it to discover a proposal for a partnership.

“Mr. Lawrence mentioned that if you can handle this public relations issue effectively, the Lawrence Group would be open to renewing collaboration with you,” Edgar explained. “Moreover, Mrs. Lawrence has expressed a high regard for your designs.”

Sadie felt a surge of excitement at this unexpected opportunity.

“Mr. White, please extend my heartfelt thanks to Mr. Lawrence for his trust and support. I am committed to resolving this crisis and eager to work with the Lawrence Group once more,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

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After Edgar departed, Sadie quickly convened a meeting with her team.

“Good news! Lawrence Group is interested in renewing our collaboration.”

Cheers erupted throughout the studio.

“That’s fantastic, Sadie!”

“We can definitely overcome this challenge.”

“Let’s give it our all!”

As the team celebrated, Sadie’s phone, which lay on the table, vibrated.

She picked it up and saw it was the private detective she had hired.

She swiped to answer. “Hello?”

“Miss Hudson, we’ve located Byrum,” the detective said in a low, serious tone. “He’s currently hiding in a rundown neighborhood in the west of the city. I’ve sent the exact address to your phone.”

A rundown neighborhood in the west of the city—known for its dubious reputation—implied Byrum likely felt guilty.

“Thank you, I’ve received it,” Sadie said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll head over as soon as I can.”

After ending the call, Sadie faced her team, managing a smile. “Everyone, please stay focused here. I have an urgent matter to attend to. Sonia, I’ll leave the studio in your care.”

“Sadie, what’s going on?” Sonia Torres asked, concern in her voice, while the others looked on curiously.

Sadie hesitated, then chose transparency. “I’ve found Byrum’s location. I need to go and get some answers.” The room tensed immediately.

“Sadie, it’s too risky for you to go alone.” Sonia expressed her worry. “Let us come with you!”

“Yes, Sadie. There’s strength in numbers.”

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