?Chapter 140:


    Alexander shot her a cold, hard stare, taking in her stunned, unmoving face before turning away without a word.


    Dani stood frozen, fighting to hold herself together. But Alexander’s words kept ringing in her ears, shattering herposure. Her body started to shake. Ten years. How many decades did a person truly get in a lifetime?


    For ten long years, she had loved Alexanderpletely, admired him, stood by him, and given up so much for him. And now, he wanted her to hand over the North District project as a mere trade.


    Was this really about the project?


    To Alexander, their childhood bond was nothing more than another deal.


    Dani felt empty, the weight of it all crashing down. What had she been clinging to all this time?


    Her love, her loyalty, all thepromises she’d made—they meant nothing.


    It was just a bitter joke at her expense.


    Her body shook with a force she couldn’t control. She struggled to stay upright, leaning forward with her hands braced on her thighs, desperate to regain some bnce.


    “Dani!” Lillian’s voice cut through the air as she rushed towards Dani, security guards on her heels. But by the time they reached the entrance, Alexander was nowhere to be found.


    Lillian came to an abrupt stop.


    She’d never seen Dani like this, not even when Dani had ended things with Alexander. Dani stood in the soft glow of the morning, her legs slightly bent, hands pressing into her thighs for support. Her usual upright, strong posture had vanished, leaving her slumped and fragile. She was trembling, not from fear, but from pure, unbridled rage.


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    Lillian’s voice was quiet, hesitant.


    “Dani?”


    Dani didn’t face her. Instead, she lifted one hand from her knee, her voice rough and quiet as she said, “I’m fine.


    You can leave. I just need some time to pull myself together.”


    Lillian paused, uncertain, but then nodded for the security guards to go. She stayed at the building’s entrance, her gaze remaining locked on Dani.


    It was the usual morning rush, with employeesing and going. As they spotted Dani, many of them instinctively slowed, ready to offer a greeting. But before they could speak, Lillian subtly shook her head, signaling them to move on.


    In an instant, the usually lively entrance fell into an unexpected silence. Only when Dani finally managed to straighten up did Lillian hurry over. She took Dani’s arm, her voice low and filled with concern.


    “Are you okay?”


    Just as Dani was about to nod, beads of sweat clung to her pale face, finally slipping down her skin. She spun around and hurried towards the restroom, barely making it before she was seized by a violent wave of nausea.


    Inside the restroom, Joyce stood in front of the mirror, applying her lipstick. The sound of someone rushing in caught her attention, and she nced up just in time to see Dani stumble towards a stall, Lillian hot on her heels.


    When Lillian called out, “Dani,” Joyce couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing her face. She leaned casually against the doorframe, listening to the sounds of retching from the stall.


    “Dani, throwing up this much so early? Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”


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