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    “You’re overwatering them. If you’re not careful, you’ll kill them,” Alexander said tly, cing deliberate weight on the word “kill.”


    Joyce was so engrossed in tending to the flowers that she failed to notice his tone.


    Alexander’s voice grew even colder. “You promised a cut of the shares of Fairburne Group. When do you n to transfer them?”


    Joyce chuckled, her gaze never straying from the flowers. “Alexander, do you really think owning those shares will make Dani see you any differently? You’re insignificantpared to Cedric. What makes you think she’ll ever love you again? All this effort you’re putting in is nothing but a futile game. Even if I handed you everyst share, it wouldn’t change a thing. Dani will never love you again. It’s time you ept the truth, Alexander.”


    Alexander’s eyes darkened as he stared at Joyce.


    A dagger slipped from his coat sleeve, settling effortlessly into his palm.


    His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “How will I know if I don’t try?” Dani had once loved him wholeheartedly, and he refused to believe she could now be so utterly heartless.


    The next day, as soon as Dani stepped into her office, she immediately noticed something was off—the flowers Cedric had bought for her were gone.


    Without hesitation, she called Lillian inside.


    Lillian’s brows furrowed. “Huh? But they were still here when we leftst night. Let me check with the cleaningdy.”


    She hurried off to investigate, but when she asked around, the administration department delivered unexpected news—the cleaningdy had abruptly resigned, even refusing her half-month’s sry. That was strange.


    Lillian quickly checked the surveince footage and discovered the woman sneaking out of Dani’s office, clutching arge garbage sack. “What would she want with the flowers?” Lillian asked, confused.


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    Dani sat motionless in her chair, her warm expression reced by an icy chill.


    “I’m afraid it’s not the flowers she’s after, but the person.”


    Just as Lillian was about to ask what she meant, Cedric suddenly pushed the door open, carrying a fresh bunch of flowers.


    “Where are the flowers from yesterday?” He nced around, looking for them. Dani’s lips curved into a faint smile. “The cleaningdy knocked them over this morning and took them out.” Cedric nodded in understanding. “Okay.”


    He got to work arranging the new bunch.


    Lillian leaned in and murmured under her breath, “Joyce?”


    Dani gave a firm nod. “Yes.”


    Her tone remained steady as she instructed, “Keep a close watch on Joyce.”


    Just as the words left her lips, a knock sounded at the office door.


    Richard stepped inside.


    He looked noticeably older than before.


    Worry had etched deep lines into Richard’s face, and with Alexander still missing, the weight of his troubles had only grown heavier. The Bet family had crumbled into bankruptcy, leaving Richard with just onest hope—Alexander.


    “Dani, I hate to trouble you, but have you heard anything about Alexander?” His voice carried a desperate edge.


    Dani studied him for a moment, her gaze settling on the gray streaks now threading through his hair. Then, in an even tone, she said, “Someone’s seen him.”


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