"Carry out your duties faithfully. Don't pry where you shouldn't.”

The guard grasped her message, nodded, and accepted the money.

At that moment, Sadie's phone rang, and she lowered her head to glance at it.

Without lifting her eyelids, she instructed, “Call a doctor for Adele.

I have something to attend to."

After giving her instructions, she left Adele, who was still crying, in place and entered a nearby room.

Inside, Sadie closed the door and finally opened the message she had received.

The message contained two video clips, revealing footage from the surveillance cameras on the third floor of the cruise ship.

Earlier that morning, after leaving the hospital room, Sadie had immediately ordered someone to retrieve the surveillance footage from the previous night.

She was eager to find out who Holden had spent the evening with.

With a blend of nervousness and urgency, Sadie clicked on the videos.

The first video showed the ten-minute window preceding Holden's return to his room. A woman, adorned as the mythic Medusa, made her entrance shortly before Holden's appearance. They stayed inside throughout the night.

As Sadie watched the footage, the flames of her resentment only grew stronger, her hands now clenched into fists.

It was undeniable that Holden had indeed shared the night with another woman!

Sadie's eyes remained locked onto the screen. She needed to uncover the identity of this wretched woman.

Impatience prompted her to drag the progress bar to the video's end.

There, she saw Holden exiting the room first, soon followed by Ariana, who, without her mask, hastened away.

It was her!

In Sadie's eyes, fury burned. She fixated on the figure on the screen, her grip on the phone tightening, veins protruding on her hand as if she could crush the device.

That bitch! How could it be her?