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    Joyce broke the silence.


    “I agree to marry Alexander. I’m tired of scraping by here. Just the other day, I was out with friends and couldn’t afford a thing. They ridiculed me. If I married Alexander, I wouldn’t have to endure this humiliation.”


    Katrina attempted to soothe her.


    “Joyce, just a little longer. Dani’s taking the reins of Harper Group; she won’t let it sink. Once we stabilize, you’ll have the wedding you deserve.”


    But Joyce’s mind was made up, and her decision to join the Bet family was unwavering.


    She stormed upstairs, her displeasure clear, leaving Katrina to exhale in frustration before turning back to Caiden.


    “Let’s give it some time.”


    Caiden shrugged.


    “Fine. She’s your daughter. If you prefer to wait, then we wait. But if Dani doesn’t turn this around, soon there won’t even be a shell of apany left. That will make Joyce’s prospects with the Bet family even slimmer.”


    Katrina clenched her fists, whispering sternly, “Just a bit longer.”


    Meanwhile, Dani’s roboticspany was unveiling itstest innovations at a grandunch event.


    The facility buzzed with the showcase of fully automated systems.


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    Richard was visibly awestruck by this modern tide of technological prowess.


    Among the exhibits was an advanced domestic robot that left the crowd spellbound. Richard was eager to acquire one, but the staff exined it was still undergoing trial phases, reserved only for selected VIPs. Richard wasn’t on that list. One of Richard’s acquaintances had snagged a trial unit. Noticing Richard and Alexander, Trevor Greville beckoned them over.


    The robot, matching a human in height, was a marvel of engineering, equipped to cook, clean, and even tutor children. It could engage in games like chess. Its versatility was simply astounding.


    “This is revolutionary,” Trevor eximed, admiring the machine.


    “Crafted from steel yet capable of managing myriad tasks. I hear it can even conduct basic health diagnostics.”


    He nced at Richard, noticing his somber expression, and inquired, “With your family’s clout in this city, you didn’t receive a trial model?”


    Richardpressed his lips, casting a longing nce at the robot.


    “No.”


    Trevor nodded.


    “That’s unfortunate. Had Alexander stayed married to Dani, your doorstep would probably be swamped with these robots. No trial list needed.”


    Trevor sighed.


    “Wasn’t there talk that Alexander was seeing Joyce? Are they engaged? nning to marry?”


    Richard managed a rueful smile.


    “They’re not engaged. Just dating.”


    Trevor shook his head.


    “Richard, we groom our sessors to uphold and fortify our legacies. Severing ties with Dani was a grave error. Joyce doesn’t hold a candle to Dani, not in looks, not in brains, not in grace. Caiden might dote on Joyce, but is she really suitable marriage material? Today’s youth might be liberal, but have you seen anyone rise to prominence with a past like Joyce’s? She got pregnant without even knowing the father. What does that say about her judgment? That’s justcking discernment. If you wee someone like that into your family, do you honestly think you’ll find peace?”


    Richard was already consumed by regret.


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