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    Katrina let out a heavy sigh. In her eyes, Joyce’s history—having a child, ending a marriage, and keeping a boy toy—meant she’d never find anyone better than Alexander.


    She shook her head.


    “You’ll regret this, Joyce.


    You’ll see.”


    Joyce let out augh, her disbelief evident.


    “No, I won’t. Mom, I’m texting Milo. He’sing over for dinner tomorrow. I’m going to marry him!”


    Katrina felt as though the weight of the world was crashing down on her, utterly drained by Joyce’s choices. Meanwhile, Dani ignored the conversation entirely, her patience with the family dramapletely spent. Johan leaned towards Dani, his voice a low murmur.


    “Did you catch that? Joyce just finalized her divorce.” Tonight, Johan saw an opportunity.


    With Cedric and Dani’s friends absent, it was the perfect moment for him.


    Johan exchanged a knowing nce with Katrina, who understood his unspoken intention. As she began to share her n to hypnotize Dani with Joyce, thetter marched out the door.


    The silence in the living room was immediate and thick. Katrina, visibly tense, sat in the dining room, watching the fondue pot bubble without taking notice.


    A few momentster, Johan’s voice came from the living room.


    room, quiet but final.


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    “It’s done.”


    Shocked into motion, Katrina sprang from her seat, her chair teetering dangerously behind her.


    Johan, startled by her sudden movement, rushed to her side.


    “Quiet down,” he hissed, his voice urgent. Katrina gave a quick nod, her breath still shaky.


    Together, they crept towards Dani.


    Sitting motionless on the couch, Dani seemed lost, her eyes distant and unfocused, as if she were in another world.


    Johan shot a questioning nce at Katrina.


    “What should I do now?”


    Katrina’s gaze turned cold, locking onto Dani with an almost venomous intensity. Her voice wasced with frost as she spoke to Johan.


    “Take her to the rooftop.”


    Understanding Katrina’s intent, Johan gave a subtle nod.


    He acted quickly, guiding Dani with steady hands.


    The wind howled fiercely across the balcony, its strength tugging at Dani’s long dress as she stood there, almost motionless.


    The fabric fluttered upward, caught by the fierce gusts. Her hair was tossed around wildly, adding an extrayer of fragility to her already delicate appearance.


    Katrina asked, “She won’t just wake up on her own, will she?”


    Johan chuckled, sucking on a lollipop.


    “Not unless someone says her name. Rx, you’ve done this before—fifteen years ago, remember? You’re a pro.”


    Pulling out his phone, Johan continued, “Okay, just a few more steps, and we’re done. I’ll head downstairs to cover my tracks. Transfer the money now. I’m out after this.”


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