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    “Sweetheart, don’t cry. If your father won’t help, we’ll fight for our own happiness. We don’t need anyone else. But don’t forget about Alexander. He even left Dani for you. He might be a good backup if things don’t work out with Cedric.”


    Joyce, hearing this, only felt more frustrated.


    “Really? But it seems like the Bet family isn’t as interested in me anymore. Thest few times I saw Richard, he was distant and cold. It felt like he didn’t want me to be his future daughter-inw anymore.”


    Her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes burned with anger.


    “This is all Dani’s fault. If it weren’t for her, I’d be the one Alexander is crazy about. Cedric would notice me too. It’s all because of that horrible woman!”


    Joyce stepped out, and Caiden caught a glimpse of her swollen, red eyes, though he didn’t utter a single word.


    As soon as the door clicked shut, he whipped around to face Katrina, a frown twisting his face.


    “Just look at her! She’s wearing her emotions on her sleeve for everyone to see. How is she even supposed to handle someone like him?” He scoffed.


    “He’s arrogant, cold, and ruthless. He needs someone sharp, someone who can match him. Not Joyce—she’s too simple-minded.


    You’re her mother.


    You should know her better than anyone. Tell her to let go of this ridiculous idea before she embarrasses herself.”


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    Katrina felt a spark of anger re inside her, but all she could do was let out a soft whimper in reply.


    Joyce hadn’t walked far. She stood still, hearing every word Caiden had said. Her face hardened with fury, and her resentment toward Dani grew even stronger.


    Dani was about to sign a contract when her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away.


    “Miss Harper, there’s been some trouble at the concert hall. A group of disruptive people came in, bought tickets, but didn’t even bother to watch the show. Instead, they caused a scene, shouting and disturbing everyone. We were about to call the authorities, but the leader said she was your sister. We didn’t want to stir things up, so we let them go.”


    Dani froze, her pen hovering mid-air above the contract.


    “Was there any damage to the hall?” she asked.


    The manager hesitated, clearly unsure how to respond.


    “Send me a list of what’s broken, and I’ll take care of it,” Dani added.


    A few minutester, her phone buzzed with a message detailing the damages.


    It was a long list: fifty broken chairs, three damaged cellos, two ruined microphones, and six shredded music scores.


    Dani skimmed the list, only to receive another message from the hall manager.


    “Miss Harper, I hate to trouble you, but I checked the reservations for tonight. The same group has booked seats again. They say they’re your family, and I’m not sure how to handle it.”


    The hall manager was no rookie when it came to handling trouble. With his connections on both sides of thew, a rowdy crowd didn’t usually faze him. But since they were supposedly linked to Dani, he had held off on taking action.


    “Refund their tickets,” Dani instructed.


    “Close the hall for tonight. I’ll handle this myself.”


    “Got it,” the manager replied without hesitation.


    With Elite Lux freshly relocated back to the country, Dani had been swamped with work. She had nned to deal with the concert hall situation in a few days. However, that evening, she received another call—this time from the auction house.


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