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    “Indeed.” Katrina stared, confused.


    Just that? Then what? Wasn’t he going to borate? No flurry of excuses? No desperate bribes to keep her silent about his secret? Nothing. Cedric disyed none of those. Instead, his response was chillingly detached.


    “From now on, if you notice anything like this, you know what to do, don’t you?”


    Katrina stood dumbfounded.


    Cedric’s voice was icy, a stark contrast to the warmth he showed Dani.


    “If this matter gets out, I will deal with you.”


    Katrina recoiled.


    “Or Joyce.” Cedric dabbed his forehead with a towel, his expression one of utter indifference.


    “I don’t easily lose my temper, but I’ve had my limits tested before. Those people have disappeared.”


    His words were delivered calmly, yet each one bore a threat.


    “Feel free to challenge me, but be warned—I don’t negotiate, and I certainly don’t take kindly to threats.” With that, Cedric turned and retreated to his room. Katrina remained frozen in ce.


    She couldn’t react for a long time.


    Had she just been threatened?


    It was Cedric whose secret had been uncovered.


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    Yet, he had turned the tables, making her the target of his intimidation.


    Seething, Katrina dialed the media tip-off hotline. But when someone answered, her voice caught in her throat.


    She couldn’t deny it; Cedric’s intimidation had struck a nerve.


    From that day forward, Cedric became brazen. Previously, he would sneak to Dani’s room when the house was quiet.


    Now, he ascended the stairs without hesitation, and Katrina even caught him showering in Dani’s bathroom once.


    Katrina seethed with anger.


    Yet, she felt powerless to intervene. Eventually, she resigned herself to the situation.


    It was okay. She had sought Alexander’s help before, who had done nothing. Now, with Cedric and Dani openly together, Katrina found twisted satisfaction in watching Alexander trying to win Dani back, but to no avail.


    But her amusement was short-lived.


    Joyce returned home after vanishing for several days, her demeanor crushed.


    “Mom, can you just give me back the eight million?”


    Katrina thought Joyce had finallye to her senses, but her next words nearly made Katrina faint.


    “Thepany I invested in is in a bit of a bind. It needs eight million to weather the storm. Mom, please give me the money.”


    Katrina felt as though she’d raised aplete fool.


    “Eight million? You gave me eight million, and now, by sheer coincidence, yourpany is short exactly that amount? Joyce, think it through! Does that not strike you as suspicious?”


    Joyce shook her head.


    “It’s exactly that—a coincidence. Milo says thepany is thriving! It’s just a temporary cash flow hup. Once we plug that gap, we’ll be rolling in profits. Mom, please, I need that money.”


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