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    Alexander was about to protest, but Dani cut him off once more.


    “Let’s at least maintain some basic decency. Mutual respect is the bare minimum. Or should I teach you that too?”


    Alexander’s frustration grew. He hadn’t even begun to express himself, and she was already lecturing him.


    “Why are you treating me like this?” he demanded, his voice tight with anger.


    “Cedric gets ess to the proposal. Why don’t I?”


    Dani’s tone remained steady, emotionless.


    “I forgot.” It was a dismissive response, and she didn’t offer any further exnation.


    Alexander extended his hand, his voice cold and insistent.


    “Give it to me now.” He couldn’t afford to let this go, not with rumors already circting behind his back.


    Dani replied, “There aren’t any left.”


    Alexander’s breath caught in his chest, his frustration reaching a boiling point.


    “You’re ying me, Dani!”


    Dani’s lips curved into a subtle smile.


    “You’ve asked to be involved in the bidding meeting, but what makes you think our rtionship is such that I’d treat you the same way I do Cedric? Is it because you told me you’d ‘treat me well’?”


    Her smile disappeared, her face hardening into a cold, distant expression.


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    “We’re adults, Alexander. Is it really that simple to get under your skin? That’s not like you.”


    She leaned back, a hint of disappointment in her tone.


    “Truthfully, I thought you had some dignity, some pride. If youe crawling back to me now that I’ve found sess, it’ll make everything I ever felt for you seem like a joke. It’ll make me realize that even your ‘love’ could be bought with money.”


    As she spoke, her gaze never wavered from his, and she seemed entirely unaffected by the displeasure that crossed his face.


    “I’m incredibly wealthy, Alexander. So wealthy that you can’t even begin to fathom it. And when you have so much of something, it loses its value. If it only takes money to win your favor, then you can keep it. Understand?”


    With that, she turned back to her paperwork, picked up her pen, and resumed her signing.


    Her handwriting was immacte, each stroke purposeful. Alexander stared at her, his lips tightly pressed together. After a heavy, silent pause, he spun on his heel and headed for the door.


    Just before he left, he spat out bitterly, “Dani! You’ll regret this!”


    He had never felt such humiliation. Each step felt more burdensome than thest.


    “Alexander,” Dani suddenly called out.


    Alexander’s heart softened, and he turned back, his face still clouded with frustration.


    “What now?”


    Throughout it all, he kept up a facade of dignity.


    “Keep that attitude. Hold your head up high. And don’t forget to shut the door behind you when you leave.”


    The brief softness in Alexander’s expression vanished, reced by a harsh, dark frown.


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