Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501 Devastating

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The sales manager had clearly never encountered such a request before, and her polite smile slipped into a cautious frown.

“I’m sorry, sir, but customer privacy is something we take very seriously here,” she explained firmly. “We can’t disclose that information.”

Blaine’s friendly demeanor faltered slightly, frustration creeping into his expression.

This manager was proving tougher than he’d anticipated.

Just as he opened his mouth to argue, the manager discreetly glanced toward two tall security guards stationed nearby.

Immediately sensing her signal, the guards approached silently, positioning themselves imposingly beside Blaine and Tina.

Their silent presence made the message unmistakable.

With a cool and dismissive tone, the manager said, “Sir, madam, it’s best if you leave now.”

Blaine clenched his jaw, muttering an irritated curse under his breath.

Clearly, he wouldn’t get anywhere here.

Grabbing Tina’s arm, who was still visibly stunned, he turned abruptly to leave.

Lingering any further would only be a waste of time.

The manager watched warily as the two hurriedly left, a faint crease appearing on her forehead.

Something about their inquiry felt off.

With a dismissive shake of her head, she turned and entered the employees‘ lounge.

Outside, the street buzzed with afternoon activity as Blaine and Tina made their way briskly toward their parked car, frustration etched clearly on their faces.

“What now, Mr. Castro?” Tina asked anxiously, on the brink of tears. “Without that customer’s information, how can we prove Sadie’s innocence?”

Blaine exhaled sharply, struggling to maintain a calm facade.

The direct approach had clearly failed, and sneaking in unnoticed was practically impossible given the store’s tight security.

They needed a different plan–and quickly.

Meanwhile, inside the employees‘ lounge, the manager bowed slightly toward a man seated quietly, his expression

unreadable, dressed impeccably in a black suit.

“Mr. Ashton, they’ve already left,” she reported respectfully.

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Jack, Noah’s assistant, acknowledged her with a slight nod before casually pulling a bank card from his jacket pocket and placing it deliberately onto the nearby table.

“You understand clearly what you should–and should not–say, correct?” His voice was calm yet chilling, filled with subtle

menace.

Immediately understanding the card’s implications- both as compensation for her silence and a stern warning- the manager quickly nodded in compliance.

“Absolutely clear, Mr. Ashton. Don’t worry, it’s handled.”

Without another word, Jack stood, quietly exiting the lounge.

Stepping outside into a quiet corner away from prying eyes, he swiftly took out his phone, dialing a number he knew by heart.

The call connected almost instantly.

“Mr. Noel,” he greeted calmly.

On the other end, Noah’s voice was steady and cool. “Speak.”

Jack reported succinctly, without hesitation, “Blaine Castro visited the boutique today. Clearly, he’s looking into the handbag.”

Noah fell silent, absorbing the information before finally speaking in a cool, measured tone. “And the investigation–any developments?”

Jack replied steadily, “The last people Sutton interacted with before his death were Ms. Burgess and a woman named Dottie Hatfield.”

There might be more clues on this woman named Dottie.

Noah exhaled softly, a faintly disdainful sound.

This tangled web was becoming increasingly troublesome, and he knew he had to tighten his grip quickly.

“Deal with it immediately,” Noah said, his voice firm and detached. “Leave no traces. Nothing about this incident should reach the public.”

“Understood, Mr. Noel,” Jack responded promptly and respectfully.

As the call ended, Jack’s expression hardened, his gaze becoming colder.

His next priority was locating Dottie.

Early the next morning, in a temporary holding room at Eastwood Police Station, Sadie was abruptly informed that she was free to go–the real perpetrator had surrendered.

Bewildered but relieved, she silently followed an officer out of the station.

Samuel was already waiting anxiously outside.

The car door closed firmly, shutting out the morning noise. Sadie settled into the back seat, her eyes turning sharply

toward Samuel.

In a calm, controlled voice, she asked, “Who turned themselves in?”

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Samuel started the engine, merging quietly into traffic before answering in a lowered, cautious tone, “It’s a woman named

Dottie Hatfield.” His eyes were fixed firmly on the road ahead as he continued, “She claims she was Sutton’s girlfriend.

According to her statement, she killed him in a sudden burst of anger.”

Sadie’s delicate brows knitted together, a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes.

A crime of passion–and an immediate confession afterward?

That seemed far too convenient, too neatly arranged.

She stared thoughtfully out the window, watching the city blur past.

“Have someone look into this ‘Dottie‘ immediately,” she said decisively. “Dig deeper into her background and her true

connection to Sutton. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.”