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    “What are you suggesting?”


    Narrowing her eyes, Lillian said, “It’s obvious you’re together. That’s why Cedric’s been so joyful. Despite the rumors about his preferences, he looks content. He must have gotten what he wanted.”


    Dani chuckled.


    “Really now?”


    “Yes,” Lillian said, her tone serious.


    “And you’ve been unusually cheerful yourself. Don’t hide it from me, Dani. I promise I’ll keep it to myself this time.”


    Dani paused to take a drink.


    Lillian’s eyes pleaded for the truth.


    Just then, Cedric stepped down from the stage, approaching Dani.


    Under the ambient lighting, they appeared as the perfect duo.


    Turning to Ryan, Dani suggested with a smile, “Why don’t you exin to her?” Then she turned to Cedric.


    “Shall we go home?”


    Lillian stood there,pletely stunned. She turned to Ryan, bewildered.


    “Did Dani just suggest they go home together? What does that mean about their rtionship?”


    Dani and Cedric stepped outside together.


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    After taking a few more steps, they suddenly heard Lillian’s shout, loud and uncontroble.


    Lillian’s shout echoed through the space, drawing Alexander’s attention as he stepped in from the courtyard.


    His eyes scanned the room, realizing that Dani was no longer present.


    A wave of disappointment washed over him, and he briefly thought about leaving.


    Yet before he could make his exit, he walked over to Lillian and asked, “What’s wrong?”


    His motive was simple: to gain Lillian’s favor, knowing she was connected to Dani.


    To his surprise, as soon as he spoke, Lillian turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him standing there, feeling awkward.


    Katrina and Joyce stood off to the side, observing the entire exchange.


    Joyce’s fist tightened in frustration.


    Katrina spoke with a knowing tone.


    “Alexander’s pride knows no bounds. If it weren’t for Dani, he wouldn’t even spare Lillian a nce. Joyce, take my advice—secure half of the Bet family’s assets first.”


    Joyce didn’t respond; instead, she walked straight towards Alexander.


    “Alexander, who are you looking for?” she asked, observing how he’d been searching for someone ever since he stepped in from the courtyard.


    “No one,” he replied, his voice losing its edge as he saw Joyce, his disinterest clear.


    “I’m leaving now,” he added before turning away.


    Joyce was left standing there, now the subject of whispered mockery.


    In the idle circles of the elite, gossip flourished, and that night, Joyce was the main topic.


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