So, she took a closer look, and her expression tightened. A surge of anger bubbled up within her when she saw the caller ID: "Baby."

Sadie couldn't resist a closer look. Spotting the number, a sense of familiarity tugged at her. She memorized the number in a heartbeat.

As Holden concluded his video call, he found Sadie near, her demeanor a shade too secretive.

“Anything wrong?" he queried.

“No, not at all," Sadie replied hastily, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"You've been on that meeting for ages. You must be parched. I made this juice just for you; thought it might help.”

She lifted the glass, offering it to him.

Backing away a tad, Holden responded, “Just set it down. I'll get to it. I've still got things to wrap up. You can head out now."

Given the tense air, Sadie knew better than to push.

She was well aware of his sharp instincts and feared sparking any undue suspicion.

"Just don't forget to drink it. Look after yourself, okay?" she urged, placing the glass on the table.

Holden gave a brief nod, and Sadie made her exit.

Making her way to her room, Sadie swiftly called the mysterious number from Holden's phone.

Ready to confront the caller, she was taken aback when, after only two rings, the call ended.

Who did they think they were, refusing to take her call?

Her patience wore thin.

She tried again, but just like before, the call was hung up.

Meanwhile, Melon, looking at his smart watch, grumbled, “Must be a scam. Mom always warned me about answering unfamiliar numbers."

Downstairs, his mother's voice came.

“Melon! Time for some cake!"