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    When they finally arrived at the Luxor Tower, Caiden stepped out of the car, his irritation barely hidden. But then his eyesnded on Dani.


    She stood there, draped in an elegant Elite Lux early-spring couture outfit, radiating refinement with every movement. Though it was not yet 10 o’clock in the morning, she had already finalized a major deal.


    Her poised, professional smile shone as she saw her client off with a courteous goodbye.


    Her assistant approached with a pile of documents, which she signed with practiced ease, her grace andposure unwavering.


    Her every action exuded calm authority, the undeniable presence of someone destined to lead.


    For a brief moment, Caiden straightened his posture, puffing out his chest. This was the epitome of a Harper heiress!


    The shame he’d carried earlier began to ease, reced by a faint sense of pride.


    Joyce’s friends got out of the car to see Dani speaking with her client, her poise and polished demeanor shining like a wless diamond.


    “Wow! Joyce, your sister’s really stepped it up. She’s so ssy now!”


    “Of course! She’s the CEO of Elite Lux. It doesn’t get any ssier than that!”


    “No, no, no. That outfit only works because Dani is the real deal—a genuine heiress. Put it on a fake heiress, and it’d just look tacky andpletely out of ce.”


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    At the sound of that, both Katrina and Joyce spun around, their eyes narrowing at the person who spoke.


    Both of them sensed they were being singled out.


    Katrina’s eyes darted to Joyce, and her expression changed instantly, going from contempt to pure shock.


    Katrina yanked Joyce’s arm and gestured to the group behind her.


    “Let’s use the side entrance. It’s much wider and quieter.” She made sure to steer clear of Dani.


    Once they were out of sight, Katrina’s patience snapped. She grabbed the hem of Joyce’s skirt and tugged it harshly.


    “Mom! Ouch, what are you doing?” Joyce winced, pulling back. Katrina’s voice lowered to a fierce whisper, her words dripping with fury.


    “What did you dost night?”


    Joyce blinked in confusion.


    “What? Nothing! I just went out to enjoy myself.”


    “Enjoy, huh?” Katrina’s voice shook with rage.


    “Did you even bother to shower? Look at your legs!”


    Joyce looked down, and her expression stiffened in shock.


    Katrina fumed with anger, her mind racing back to the wild group from the car, the heavy drinking, and now this. A sharp headache started to throb as she realized the gravity of the situation. All the years of raising Joyce—wasted in an instant!


    She should have intervenedst night. She should have seen thising!


    “Who was it? Did you even use protection?” Katrina asked.


    Joyce turned to her mother, her eyes wide with panic, her mind going nk.


    Katrina removed her jacket and wrapped it around Joyce’s waist, hiding the marks ofst night’s mistake. She leaned in, her voice dripping with fury as she whispered, “I didn’t raise you to fall for someone like that. Whatever happenedst night? It didn’t happen. Do you hear me? Not a word of it! If I ever catch you with someone like that again, I swear I’ll make you regret it!”


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