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    What a useless man, she thought.


    “Mr. Fairburne, are you ready?” she asked sweetly. She spun around, snatched the rest of the pills from Doug’s pocket, and pressed them into his mouth with a charming smile. “Take more, love. It’s my first time, and I expect something remarkable.”


    Doug, overwhelmed, swallowed all that Natalie offered.


    The atmosphere in the elevator grew charged, thick with an undeniable sense of intimacy.


    Natalie shut her eyes for a moment, imagining her future riches, and a sly smile crawled across her face.


    But then, suddenly, the man behind her copsed with a thud, his body going limp after the intense episode. The sound of his fall echoed loudly in the confined space.


    As the elevator doors creaked open, relentless shes from media cameras greeted them.


    Natalie stood still, nkly gazing at the reporters. As she heard their sharp, collective breaths, she slowly lowered her head.


    Dougy beneath her, motionless on the floor, his body bleeding uncontrobly.


    “Argh!” Natalie’s eyes rolled back, and she copsed to the floor, losing consciousness.


    The onlookers were stunned, torn between capturing images of Natalie or Doug, but ultimately choosing to photograph them both, side by side.


    Joyce stood at a distance, waiting patiently for the sh of cameras to subside.


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    She moistened her eyes with water, tears spilling as she made her way through the crowd and threw herself beside Doug.


    As the event organizer attempted to move Doug, Joyce clung to him tightly, sobbing uncontrobly and refusing to let go.


    Efforts were made to shield Natalie from the chaos, but Joyce stopped them, insisting that the scene be fully documented by everyone present.


    When the police and medical personnel arrived and confirmed Doug’s death, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Joyce’s lips.


    Standing before the gathered crowd, she bowed deeply, her expression somber. Turning to face the reporters, she spoke softly, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am Joyce, Doug’s wife. I deeply apologize for the tragic events today that have interrupted your evening. I will ensure that my husband receives a respectful burial, and at the same time…”


    A single tear slipped down Joyce’s cheek as she continued, “I also ask everyone to stand against those who destroy families for their own selfish gain. Thank you.”


    As Joyce walked away, two more tears fell, perfectly timed for the cameras. Meanwhile, Natalie, who had just regained consciousness, fainted again upon hearing Joyce’s final words.


    In the midst of the chaos, Cedric led Dani back to her home. Before leaving, Dani nced back and noticed Linden’s grim expression. His cold gaze remained locked on Natalie.


    Just as Dani was about to turn her attention elsewhere, something caught her eye. In a quiet corner, a man dressed entirely in ck stood hidden, his cap pulled low to obscure his face.


    Dani immediately recognized him as the man who resembled Cedric. After watching everything unfold, he smirked and quietly slipped away.


    Lillian, who was driving, asked, “Dani, what are you looking at?”


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