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    Katrina, instead of showing even a shred of concern, had greeted Dani with venomous scolding, her voice harsh as she spat out usations of impropriety.


    Caiden had been no better, hurling insults with reckless abandon, calling Dani an “ungrateful brat.”


    In the end, he and Katrina had ordered the maids to drag Dani to the bathroom so she wouldn’t stink up the sofa with that smell. It was at that moment that Alexander realized Dani had no one to rely on.


    Perhaps it was in that very moment that his treatment of her had worsened.


    Because he understood all too well the cracks in human nature.


    He knew Dani was utterly alone—no family to support her, no safety to catch her. She had sacrificed everything, even her dignity, to stand by him.


    Alexander let out a quiet, mockingugh.


    In the end, people could only depend on themselves. No one else would ever truly prioritize their well-being.


    The cold indifference Dani had faced? He felt no regret. Not even a flicker of guilt.


    Alexander lowered his gaze, turned on his heel, and walked away.


    He had things to discuss with his father. If Dani decided to negotiate a deal, he needed to determine just how steep a price they could extract from her.


    By the time Joyce stirred awake, the sky had already darkened, cloaking the world in twilight.


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    She stomped furiously around her room, her frustration spilling out in shrill curses.


    She told Caiden, “Dani made me drink! And she even let Alexander pay for a bottle of wine worth ten million! She is nothing but a greedy, heartless leech! She has no sisterly bonds at all! Someone like her is bound to get struck by lightning one day!”


    Caiden, lounging on the couch as he scrolled through the news on his phone, nodded absently.


    “Yes, yes, struck by lightning.”


    Joyce, somewhat pacified, sniffled and wiped her tears. Her indignation still simmering, she muttered bitterly, “Let me make this clear—this shop space isn’t something Dani gave me. It’s something Alexander gave me! It has nothing to do with her!”


    Caiden, uninterested in the finer points of her tantrum, shrugged without looking up.


    As long as Joyce got what she wanted, he didn’t care how the matter was resolved or who had to be involved.


    Joyce didn’t care either. She had imed her prize: the 18th to 20th floors of the Luxor Tower. Tomorrow, she would make her mark. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned herself striding confidently into the Luxor Tower, her empire taking shape.


    Her business would thrive beyond anyone’s expectations.


    And best of all, Dani would burn with jealousy, powerless to stop her!


    Joyce was over the moon with excitement.


    That night, she rallied her friends and headed to a bar.


    Fueled by alcohol and euphoria, Joyce climbed unsteadily onto the stage, snatching up a microphone.


    “Listen up, everyone! Starting tomorrow, I’ll be moving into Luxor Tower’s 18th floor tounch my empire! The 19th and 20th floors are mine too! Every single person here…”


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