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    Hackett, silent until now, narrowed his eyes and turned to Bruno.


    Bruno frowned. “What are you getting at?”


    Hackett smirked. “Even the most powerful men have their weaknesses—especially for beautiful women. If we can’t sway Dani, we need someone else in Cedric’s ear. Someone loyal to us, and utterly irresistible.”


    Bruno blinked in disbelief. “Isn’t Dani exactly that?”


    No matter what they thought of her, they had to admit—Dani was stunning.


    Hackett let out a knowing chuckle. “No matter how beautiful she is, I’m sure Cedric would get bored. Bruno, that beauty you’ve been keeping under wraps might be just the answer.”


    Bruno clung to the hope that the woman he had kept could shift the bnce in his favor.


    He hosted an extravagant banquet, expecting Cedric’s presence, but the man never showed.


    Before Bruno coulde up with his next move, he was hit by a crushing defeat so absolute that any attempt to recover felt impossible. His phone buzzed incessantly with calls from the marketing department.


    “Mr. Deleon, there’s a major problem with ourtest game.”


    “Mr. Deleon, hackers have cracked our newest release; pirated copies are flooding the market!”


    “Mr. Deleon, our market share has plunged from 50% to a mere 5%!”


    “Mr. Deleon, our stock is on the verge of a historic crash!”


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    “Mr. Deleon…”


    Bruno was drowning in dire reports. Yet he waspletely incapable of stopping the downfall.


    Once more, he stood at Elite Lux’s entrance, the time since hisst visit feeling like an eternity.


    Memories surfaced—hisst visit, his harsh words toward Dani. Now, Dani remained untouchably brilliant, while he teetered on the edge of financial ruin.


    Bruno took a step toward the entrance of Elite Lux.


    The security guard smirked. “Apologies, Mr. Deleon. No appointment, no ess.”


    Bruno lifted his gaze to the towering building, tears carving paths down his face.


    With a hollow thud, he copsed to his knees at the entrance. The pride he once unted now mirrored the depth of his current desperation.


    He bellowed, “Cedric! Please! Just one more chance! I’m begging you, Cedric!”


    Onlookers gathered, watching as Bruno pped himself repeatedly. Blood seeped from his lips, dripping onto the pavement in crimson streaks.


    Without warning, the heavens unleashed a torrential downpour. The crowd scattered, leaving Bruno drenched and alone, his desperate cries slicing through the rain. “Cedric! Please! See me!”


    The sound of approaching footsteps made Bruno snap his head up in shock.


    Cedric loomed over him, an umbre in hand, his gaze icy. “Your chance is long gone.”


    Brunotched onto Cedric’s leg, his voice trembling. “I swear, I never meant to cross you! I shouldn’t have insulted your wife. I get it now. Please, have mercy!”


    Cedric peered down at Bruno, whose outward submission was betrayed by his tightly balled fists.


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