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    “Mr. Bet, it’s your turn.”


    As she reached for her ss to pour herself some wine, Dani, still focused on the contract in her hands, extended her arm and covered Lillian’s ss.


    “You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.” Though her words were soft, the meaning was clear enough.


    Lillian had a sensitive stomach when it came to alcohol. Dani knew that Lillian was teaching Joyce a lesson and wasn’t actually nning to drink, so she’d let her enjoy herself a bit. However, seeing that Lillian was beginning to overdo it, Dani decided it was time to step in.


    There was no reason to let Lillian hurt herself for someone who didn’t matter.


    From Alexander’s point of view, though, things looked much different. To him, Dani’s intervention felt familiar, as though she was looking out for him once again, just like she used to.


    He recalled those times when he’d gotten so drunk that he passed out, and Dani would drive all the way to pick him up. She’d carefully carry him, taking one slow step after another, all the way home. The memory brought a subtle softness to Alexander’s expression. His usually sharp eyes grew gentler, a hint of tenderness appearing as he nced at Dani.


    Dani looked at him for a second before turning away.


    “No more drinking. If you’ve got something to say, say it now.” She checked the time on her watch and added, “I’ve got another meeting soon, so you’ve got five minutes.”


    Alexander nodded, surprisingly cooperative this time.


    “Joyce wants the floors in your building—the ones she mentioned earlier.”


    Lillian snorted derisively, clearly unimpressed.


    Dani, on the other hand, stayedpletely calm and unaffected.


    “They’ve already been given to someone else.”


    Alexander paused for a second, clearly caught off guard.


    “What? To whom?”


    Dani responded tly, “Phillips Group.”


    Alexander’s brow furrowed.


    “Cedric Phillips?”


    Dani gave a small nod.


    “Yes. Anything else?”


    Alexander looked at Joyce, who was drunkenly slouched in her seat, and asked, “What about the other floors?”


    Dani considered briefly before answering, “There’s still one spot avable. It’s in the basement, right by the restroom. Are you interested?”


    Alexander’s expression soured.


    “This is insane. The wine’s here, Joyce is wasted, and all you’re offering is a spot near the restroom? She’s running a clothing store. Who in their right mind would want to shop next to a restroom? That’spletely ridiculous!”


    Dani grabbed her contract and stood up.


    “Well, if that’s the case, there’s nothing else to talk about. That’s thest avable space. It’s at market price—15,000 dors per square meter—and the lease is only for one year. If you want it again next year, you’ll have to bid for it like anyone else. And Mr. Bet, don’t make such a fuss over one bottle of wine. Mentioning it is just going to make you look petty and small.”


    With that, she spun around and walked away.


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