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    Katrina’s face twisted with annoyance.


    “Alexander, what the hell are you apologizing for? Isn’t Dani still a Harper? Just because she’s absent today doesn’t mean she has severed ties with us. There’s no need for you to apologize.”


    The instant Katrina finished, the guests erupted in a cacophony ofughter.


    At that exact moment, Joyce made her entrance, decked out in her wedding dress, radiating an unmistakable arrogance. Now flush with cash, she regarded everyone around her with thinly veiled contempt.


    Alexander sent her a desperate look, silently begging her to defuse the escting tension. However, Joyce ignored his imploring gaze. With deliberate strides, she approached the table, seized a ss of wine, and flung its contents into the face of the man leading the rival faction.


    A suffocating silence descended upon the gathering. Every guest at the wedding banquet froze, utterly shocked by the audacity of her actions.


    A tremor ran through Richard’s hands as his fury boiled over.


    A storm of thoughts surged through his head, allnding on the same brutal question: what kind of shitty luck led Alexander to marry this absolute moron?


    The man at the receiving end of Joyce’s wrath was no ordinary guest; he was a longstanding client and ally of the Bet family. He hade earlier that day in a spirit of goodwill, hoping to help mediate the brewing conflict.


    Joyce didn’t even bother to think. She marched over and dumped the wine on him without a second thought, her fury dripping alongside the red liquid.


    The wine wasn’t the only thing she threw—it was the trust and unity built over ten years between their families.


    “What the hell, Joyce? Have you lost your mind?” Alexander’s voice trembled with shock, his hands clenched at his sides. It took him a moment to recover before he snatched a handful of napkins and hurried over to the man drenched in wine, offering profuse apologies.


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    Meanwhile, Joyce remained poised, her arms crossed defiantly, radiating an air of indomitable pride. Supported by the formidable alliance of Elite Lux and Dani, along with the vast empire of robotics, her confidence soared. With Harper Group’s endorsement and her marriage to Alexander, she felt an unprecedented surge of empowerment. To her, what was a mere ss of wine in the grand scheme of her backing? Who would dare challenge her or cross paths with Dani?


    The shares Dani had entrusted her with weren’t just investments; they symbolized Dani’s lingeringmitment to the Harper family. This connection was Joyce’s leverage—she knew as long as it existed, Dani could not sever ties without consequence. Joyce was convinced she could exploit this to the fullest, for obsessions often revealed vulnerabilities.


    Her tant arrogance incited a wave of disgust among the onlookers.


    “Alexander, this is the woman you’ve chosen as your wife?” the drenched man retorted sharply, his voiceced with disbelief and disdain. He scrubbed his face and shirt vigorously with a napkin, but the deep red wine had already permeated the fabric of his pristine white shirt, staining it irreversibly and leaving it wrinkled and spoiled.


    In a fit of irritation, he flung the napkin to the ground and fixed a harsh re on Alexander.


    “I’ve always held the Bet family in high regard for their honor, which is the sole reason I’ve kept you as my business partners all these years. But today, I see my trust was misced. If you can wee someone like her into your family, then clearly, I’ve misjudged you all. We are done with our partnership, effective immediately!”


    With that deration, he stormed away, his anger palpable in every step.


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