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    “Then we’ll find someone else,” she replied without hesitation.


    “Joyce is the sister of the Elite Lux CEO. She could have her pick of suitors, no matter what. Even if she had a dozen kids, there would still be men lining up to marry her.”


    Alexander drove in silence, the car enveloped in an oppressive quiet.


    Richard didn’t say a word either, his frustration palpable. When they arrived, Richard stepped out, his expression betraying the anger simmering beneath the surface.


    He couldn’t fathom how everything had gone so disastrously wrong.


    Joyce, with her foolishness, had even gone so far as to have a child. How could someone like her have the audacity to position herself as a match for Alexander?


    It didn’t make sense.


    He shook his head. How could Dani—brilliant, capable—be reced by someone as unremarkable as Joyce?


    Regret gnawed at him. He had been too hard on Dani, too blind to what she had offered in the past.


    If only he had intervened when Alexander and Dani’s marriage began to unravel. Perhaps if he had spoken up, he could have kept them together. Back then, Dani’s devotion to Alexander was clear. She would have stayed if she had thought there was still hope.


    And if she had stayed? He could only imagine the sess they’d be sharing now. Elite Lux, the gamingpany, the research institute…


    The thought was unbearable. Richard stopped himself from following that train of thought any further. Every time he thought about the immense value of what had been lost, a fresh wave of regret hit him like a blow.


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    It was like holding a winning lottery ticket, only to realize he’d missed the deadline to im the prize.


    The sting of losing something so priceless, something that had been in his grasp, was almost too much to bear.


    In the stillness of the night, Richard nced at Alexander. His voice, low and strained, carried a tinge of desperation.


    “Is there really no way to fix this?”


    Alexander didn’t respond. He sat motionless, the silence stretching between them.


    Was there still a chance? He honestly didn’t know.


    Dani had moved on—Cedric’s presence in her life made that clear, whether their rtionship was official or not. Cedric’s ce in her world was undeniable.


    Alexander realized that, in the past, he had never truly noticed Dani.


    But he had always seen her. After Brylee’s death, she had carried herself with a quiet, unapproachable air, as if she had built a fortress around herself.


    There was a detachment about her, a boundary that no one—not even him—was allowed to cross.


    Alexander didn’t answer Richard’s question.


    Instead, he started the car and drove away, leaving his father behind. He could hear the faint, weary sigh Richard let out.


    The car sped into the night.


    When Alexander reached the bar, Keith was already there, waving cheerfully as soon as he spotted him.


    “What’s this? You actually called me out for drinks? What’s going on?” Keith teased, his voice light and yful.


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