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    Dani stood motionless, absorbing the scene unfolding before her. Every word uttered, every gesture made, was indelibly imprinted in her mind, stark and inescapable.


    Her eyes brimmed with tears, yet she staunchly held them back. A subtle smile flickered across her lips as she finally addressed Caiden.


    “Well then, I appreciate your words.”


    She had anticipated a moment of hesitation from him. She had hoped he might deliberate a bit longer, given Elite Lux’s staggering achievements. But that was not to be.


    In his eyes, regardless of her aplishments, she remained dispensable.


    Dani gathered the folds of her flowing gown and bowed slightly. Raising her head, she gazed up at Caiden—mirroring the way she once looked up to him as a child, filled with awe and longing. Now, however, her eyes were stripped of that naivety.


    Then, she dered, “Henceforth, be it in life or death, in joy or in grief, I am no longer of your concern.”


    With poise, Dani pushed herself upright, her every motion a disy of unwavering grace. Caiden was momentarily caught in a wave of emotions—tinges of regret and guilt intermingling subtly.


    It dawned on him with surprising rity that Dani was no longer a child.


    While Caiden stood there, lost in his reverie, Josie approached with her ever-alert senses. The aroma of soup drifting from the thermos caught her attention.


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    Her eyes expanded in rm, and with a swift motion, she pushed Dani back a few steps, casting a disbelieving stare at Caiden.


    “Is that rosemary in the soup?” she demanded.


    Caiden was rooted to the spot, baffled and unprepared. The soup had been a simple task left to the housekeeper.


    Yet, the potent scent of herbs lingering in the air hinted strongly at the presence of rosemary.


    Josie’s expression darkened, her toneced with fury as she confronted him.


    “Are you kidding me? She’s allergic to rosemary. Even a small taste could cover her in rashes. How can you call yourself her father when you don’t even remember such a critical detail about your daughter?”


    Under Josie’s piercing gaze, fragments of forgotten memories began to resurface in Caiden’s mind.


    There was a faint echo of truth in her words—Dani’s allergy to rosemary. The memory had faded over the years, blurred and distant. By the time Caiden’s gaze lifted to seek out Dani, it was toote. Guided by Cedric, she was already vanishing into the elevator, her figure a mere shadow behind the closing doors.


    Meanwhile, Katrina reveled in her triumph. A satisfied grin spread across her face as she leaned in close to Joyce, her voice a jubnt whisper.


    “The Harper family’s wealth is practically in our grasp now. And that’s not all—you’ve secured the director position at Elite Lux! This oue surpasses even my wildest dreams!”


    Katrina quickly ushered Caiden and Joyce towards the exit, fearful that Dani might reconsider her decision.


    In the lobby, Richard and Alexander had quietly observed the unfolding drama.


    Richard turned to Alexander.


    “Caiden’s aplete moron. Other than Katrina, the Harper family’s a bunch of brainless idiots. If you were to marry Joyce, you’d have Katrina—and consequently, the entire Harper fortune—right where you want them. And Dani? Should she prove too challenging, I wouldn’t object to Joyce as my daughter-inw.” Alexander clenched his jaw, his tone resolute.


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