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    Just as desperation began to creep in, his phone buzzed with a message from Joyce.


    “Have you thought it through?”


    The sight of her name made his blood boil. His grip tightened around the phone, his knuckles turning white.


    He didn’t want to think about it. But as his options dwindled, he felt the walls closing in. He’d been hanging by a thread, down to hisst roll of the dice.


    The weight of her words—be Joyce’s ve—hung over him like a guillotine. Joyce wasn’t just offering help; she was dangling it like bait, knowing full well the humiliation it would cost him.


    That evening, as Dani left work, Alexander waited for her outside.


    “What do you want?” Dani asked, her toneced with disdain. Just the sight of him seemed to sour her mood.


    “I need to talk.”


    If he had to swallow his pride, he’d rather do it in front of Dani.


    “Can you lend me ten million dors?” he asked.


    Dani raised an eyebrow.


    “I need it urgently,” he continued.


    “Just for a month. I’ll pay you back with interest. Market rate, of course.”


    Dani just looked at him.


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    “Given our history, do you really think it’s appropriate toe to me? Or do you think we’re close enough for this kind of favor?”


    He opened his mouth to respond, but Dani cut him off with a shake of her head.


    “We’re divorced, Alexander. What makes you think you have the right to ask me for anything? Do you have no shame?”


    His cheeks flushed, the sting of her words sharper than he’d anticipated.


    “It’s not like I’m asking for charity. I said I’d pay you back—with interest.”


    Dani retorted, “Do you think I need your interest? That’s not the point.”


    Of course, she didn’t. He knew that.


    “But I’ve run out of options,” he admitted.


    “I don’t know who else to ask.”


    Dani’s frown deepened.


    “And that led you to me?” Her cold indifference was like a dagger to his chest.


    “Do you really hate me that much?”


    “It’s not about hate, Alexander. It’s about moving on. There’s no reason for us to stay connected anymore. We’re not in the same world. Can’t you see that?” Dani’s words cut through him like ice. She had ascended to a realm of unimaginable wealth and power, while Bet Group teetered on the brink of copse, unable to scrape together even ten million. They really were living inpletely different worlds now.


    The sky grew darker, eventually. A cold wind swept through the streets, carrying the first drops of rain.


    As the storm rolled in, Alexander stood alone, his despair as heavy as the weight of the falling night.


    Ultimately, Alexander sold off every valuable thing his family owned. After careful calction, he found himself stillcking over a million.


    To gather the remaining million, he humbled himself, going so far as to beg. But in the entire city of Olisvine, no one was willing to lend him even a million.


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