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    Katrina’s voice was unshakeable, and no one dared to make a move.


    The leader of the group stepped forward, a hesitant smile stuck to his face.


    “No, no, we didn’t mean it like that. We came here today to meet Dani. It’s all just a misunderstanding. Nobody actually wants to take anything back. Please, calm down—there’s no need to get upset.”


    Katrina let out a cold snort, but she wasn’t about to let it go that easily.


    Her intense gaze fixed on the man, and she leaned in just enough to intimidate him.


    “Weren’t you the one making the most noise earlier? What’s your name, and whichpany do you represent?”


    The man lowered his head and offered an apologetic smile. Just as the group was about to retreat back to their seats, every phone in the room vibrated with a notification.


    As the guests bowed their heads to nce at their smartphones, an ominous chill swept through Caiden, sinking deep into his bones.


    An intense sense of foreboding engulfed him, his heartbeat escting into a wild thump. His hand, previously rxed at his side, now quivered subtly.


    He resisted the urge to look at the notification that had captured everyone’s attention. Instead, he remained motionless, anchored to the spot as if fearing the earth might crumble beneath him.


    Time seemed to stretch into eternity.


    The guests, who had just been maintaining courteous facades, suddenly became statuesque. Their expressions morphed—from stiff cordiality to puzzled concern, then to a piercing realization. Gradually, they lifted their gazes to meet Caiden and Katrina, their eyes now gleaming with icy contempt.


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    The warmth of their previous looks had evaporated, reced by a cocktail of derision, disdain, and a sprinkle of indignation.


    Meanwhile, Katrina, blissfully unaware of the unfolding drama, stood poised, ready to wield Dani’s name as a weapon to assert her dominance.


    “With all due respect, if your intentions aren’t genuine, we see no reason to ept your offerings. Should you choose not to align with the Harper family or Dani, feel free to retract your gifts and depart.”


    Her deration had just echoed in the air when the group’s leader smashed his wine ss onto the table. The ss hit with such force that wine cascaded over its edges, the red sshes marring the once immacte white tablecloth.


    Katrina, previously exuding a false sense of bravado that had now vanished, stood paralyzed. Confronted with genuine opposition, she was utterly bewildered.


    “Give them back! Why the hell would anyone want anything to do with the Harper family? They’re a goddamn disgrace!”


    “Nothing but shameless deceivers!”


    “This is beyond appalling! What kind of bad luck drags the Bet family into dealing with deceitful pieces of shit like this?” Someone beckoned to Alexander, questioning, “Were you aware of this whole gift scheme?”


    Alexander, always a figure of dignity and respect, now found himself drowning in disgrace. As he stood there, encircled by the business elite, he felt like the butt of some cruel joke. Once the golden boy, revered and admired in every circle, Alexander’s world had turned upside down.


    He had seen the statement from Elite Lux and was overwhelmed with humiliation. Red-faced and visibly flustered, he bent forward in a deep bow and announced, “I deeply regret any inconvenience caused today. Dani will not be able to join us. Please feel free to reim any gifts you’ve brought.” He lowered himself into a second bow.


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