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    If Alexander thought she was beneath Dani, then she would shatter that illusion herself.


    She would strip away every ounce of his pride and turn him into a devoted, obedient ve at her beck and call. The thought of his humiliation thrilled Joyce, sending a ripple of cruel satisfaction through her.


    “In your dreams!” Alexander’s fury boiled over, and he spat, “Don’t even think about it!”


    “Is that so?” Joyce replied with a confident smirk.


    “You’lle around. I’ll give you two days, Alexander—two days to realize your ce. If you do, put on the clothes you wore for Dani and meet me at this hotel.”


    She then tossed a business card in his direction, hitting him squarely.


    “If you don’t show up in two days, you’ll lose the chance to ever seek me out again. So think it through.”


    With that, Joyce turned and strode off, her high heels clicking with confidence.


    She was certain Alexander would show up. His insecurities and his need to uphold his pride in front of others wouldn’t let him stay away. To Alexander, Bet Group was his everything—his identity, dignity, and sense of worth.


    So, he was bound toe back. And when he did, he would end up being her most submissive ve.


    Joyce had been married to Doug for a while. She had mastered the art of torturing people. Alexander couldn’t imagine lowering himself to the extent Joyce had.


    So, when Joyce presented her conditions, he scoffed at them.


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    Determined to w his way out of the abyss, he threw himself into action. He began shing profits to attract partnerships, attending minor events he once dismissed as beneath him, and courting small businesses he had long ignored. Alexander wasn’t clueless—far from it. His years in business hadn’t been idle. He knew the game.


    So, the day he scored a new client, he was all smiles as he swung by to pick Richard up from the hospital.


    “This deal looks promising. But with such a hefty deposit, can you manage it?” Richard sighed heavily.


    “I’ll figure something out.


    You just focus on getting better, Dad,” Alexander replied.


    Richard fell silent, his brows furrowing in thought. Finally, he said, “I still have over five million on hand. For the rest, you might have to consider selling our vi.”


    Alexander stiffened, his jaw tightening.


    “But you’ve always said the vi is Grandpa’s legacy.


    You swore we’d never touch it, no matter what.”


    Richard sighed wearily.


    “But what choice do we have? We can’t just sit back and watch the Bet family fall apart.”


    Alexander’s eyes darkened. After a moment, he spoke, his voice quiet but firm.


    “Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll find a way to save the Bet family—and the vi.”


    With that, Richard waved him off, retreating upstairs to rest.


    The Bet family’s assets were already mortgaged to the hilt. Even so, they were still short by over ten million.


    For a man who had grown up surrounded by privilege, who had once basked in the glow of Dani’s unwavering devotion, Alexander found himself in uncharted territory. Never in his wildest dreams did he think ten million would ever keep him up at night.


    He reached out to every connection he had across Olisvine, but even after exhausting every favor, he was still eight million short.


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