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    Moving closer, the man beside him spoke in a hushed tone.


    “This guy’s not one to mess with. Rumor has it, he just snagged the Skyline Tower right across from the Luxor Tower! Talk about a bold move. Looks like he’s setting up to be neighbors with Elite Lux’s CEO—what a powerhouse pairing!”


    This revtion forced Alexander to proceed with measured steps. He cast a quick, cautious nce at Cedric, who, sensing the attention, locked eyes with him in a cold, piercing stare.


    Alexander acknowledged him with a ss raised high, toasting to the ambitious neer from a distance.


    However, no sooner had he reced his ss on the table than Cedric averted his eyes, ignoring Alexander for the remainder of the event. The man beside Alexander leaned in and asked, “Have you somehow angered Mr. Phillips?”


    Alexander shook his head in response, his expression unchanging.


    The man continued, “You should tread carefully around him. He’s not one to be trifled with—ruthless and decisive. The man possesses a remarkable shrewdness; crossing him could invite relentless retribution. Frightening thought, isn’t it?”


    Spurred by thement, Alexander’s eyes flicked back to Cedric, seated calmly across the table.


    Within their industry, a veneer of politeness was typically upheld; outright antagonism was a rarity.


    Yet, Cedric exuded an aura of authority that was hard to ignore. Alexander’s eyes lingered on Cedric, who checked his phone with practiced ease before standing with quiet authority.


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    Passing by Alexander, Cedric spoke quietly into the phone.


    “What time should I pick you up?”


    His voice was casual, yet it carried a subtle undertone of affection.


    Alexander’s sharp curiosity was instantly stirred.


    Who was this person that even the stoic man would make personal arrangements to fetch?


    Moreover, the voice responding on the other end of the call struck a chord of recognition in him.


    It was a voice he was certain he had heard before.


    Alexander went to the luxury goods boutique to select a gift for the CEO of Elite Lux.


    Joyce walked alongside him, her chatter bubbling with energy.


    “See, Alexander? Bringing me along was the best decision you made. I asked my friend, and she told me the CEO of Elite Lux is handsome and a golf aficionado. It seems all these high-flying CEOs have a penchant for the game these days. Imagine gifting him a golf club—he’d be over the moon.”


    Alexander cast a skeptical nce her way, his brow furrowing slightly.


    “Are you certain about this?”


    Joyce nodded emphatically, her eyes sparkling with certainty.


    “Absolutely! My friend is incredibly well-connected. This is advice you can count on.”


    Yet, Alexander’s silence lingered, clouded by disbelief.


    The CEO of Elite Lux was discreet, and tangible details about their personal likes were scarce. Alexander found himself questioning the credibility of Joyce’s so-called “well-connected” source, especially given that thest time he had acted on such advice, it had led to an embarrassing fiasco.


    “Come on.” Joyce looped her arm through his and tugged him toward a nearby golf store.


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