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    Alexander nodded again.


    “Fine, let’s move on. As per ourst conversation, you’re handing over the North District deal to settle some old childhood debt?”


    Dani’s lips curved into a faint smile at his remark. Slowly raising her eyes to meet his, she said, “You and I both know if you were truly that boy from back then…”


    Alexander’s face froze, the words striking him harder than he expected. A wave of mortification washed over him, leaving him utterly speechless.


    He stood there, rooted in ce, struggling to muster a response. It felt like an eternity before he finally managed to lift his gaze.


    That single, fleeting nce was all Dani needed.


    Until now, she had her doubts, but in this moment, she knew for sure. Dani’s smile turned cold, almost mocking.


    “Alexander, you’ve really let me down.”


    Her eyes were slightly red as she spoke, but it wasn’t because of Alexander. It was the weight of the unwaveringmitment she had poured into everything over the past ten years, the years that now felt as if they had been erased in an instant.


    Without another word, Dani turned and began walking away. Alexander stayed rooted in ce, his eyes locked on her retreating figure, watching her slowly fade into the distance.


    Just as her figure was about to disappear, panic surged through him. He yelled desperately, “Dani! Stop being so difficult! You’re just making excuses to hold on to that North District contract. I am the boy from ten years ago. I helped you out of your depression, and you owe me for the rest of your life!”


    Alexander’s words rang out, but Dani simply kept walking, unbothered.


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    Struck by her indifference, Alexander took a few staggered steps back. His fists tightened, the pressure of panic flooding his chest. The realization hit him like a jolt—he was terrified that Dani might nevere back, that he had already lost her for good.


    Everything he’d hidden—his lies, his motives—were now exposed to her.


    She regarded him coldly, as though he were nothing more than a fool. Pride coursed through Alexander’s veins, and he couldn’t bear to ept the humiliation.


    He turned and stumbled off, unable to face the truth any longer.


    Meanwhile, Cedric, waiting in the private room, finally emerged after a while. He caught the tail end of Alexander’s shouting, but the creak of the door behind him drowned out the rest of the words. Cedric couldn’t make out what Alexander had been yelling.


    From the bits he could hear, it sounded like it had something to do with events from a decade ago.


    Just then, Dani walked in, and he asked, “Was Alexander here? What was all that shouting about?”


    Dani opened the door to the private room, her voice calm.


    “Don’t mind him. He’s just being his usual over-the-top self.”


    If there had been even the faintest trace of feeling for Alexander before, it was gone now.


    She couldn’t bring herself to remember the time wasted on him over the past ten years. She was too sharp to get lost in the past; she understood the importance of moving forward, of never looking back.


    Back at home, Richard was already in high spirits, celebrating.


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