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    It wasmon knowledge that the association’s membership fees were exorbitant.


    The association’s membership fees alone could support countless individuals for ten lifetimes.


    And the presidency? It carried perks far beyond what met the eye. In the corporate world, it was akin to holding a crown.


    “A golden opportunity, huh?” Richard’s gaze lingered on the check, his grip on reason hanging by a thread. “But why Alexander?”


    Hackett shed a knowing smile, producing an antique he had long cherished. “Come on, Richard. We’re all friends here. No need for questions. Leadership should be in the hands of the capable. And with Alexander’s talent, isn’t he the natural choice for the top spot?” Hackett had his eyes on Alexander because of Dani’s years of attachment to him. Once Alexander took the presidency, Dani wouldn’t have the heart to move against him.


    More importantly, Alexander understood Dani better than anyone. It was said that the closest people knew each other’s weaknesses best. Compared to anyone else, Alexander had the upper hand when it came to understanding Dani. As for the presidency—once the dust settled, Hackett had every intention of taking it back.


    For now, Alexander would be his pawn, paving the way for his true ambitions.


    Hackett’s scheme was meticulous. He had a knack for reaching his goals without breaking a sweat.


    Hackett departed Richard’s office brimming with confidence. After all, who in their right mind would turn down the presidency of the association?


    Hackett strode away, his confidence unwavering.


    This time, Dani dealt with Farley first, then Tripp, and finally Marcus. After that, their reputations were left inplete shambles, and unrest spread like wildfire throughout the association.


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    For the first time, the association was flooded with an overwhelming number of refund requests.


    Desperate, Hackett and the remaining seven rushed to the Bet family’s.


    Up until this point, everyone—except for Hackett and Winslow—had suffered major financial turmoil.


    Hackett, gripped by anxiety and fear, stole a nce at Winslow’s unwavering calm. A chilling realization crept in—he was next.


    The looming uncertainty, paired with the certainty of his downfall, nearly shattered him.


    In desperation, he gathered his people and sought out Alexander. But this time, Richard didn’t invite them in. Instead, he handed back the check and gift Hackett had previously offered.


    “Sorry, I spoke with my son. He told me that Dani isn’t someone who loses her temper easily or acts out of arrogance. If she’sing after you now, it means you must have done something to provoke her. We’re staying out of this mess.”


    Hackett’s expression darkened with unease. “But this is the presidency of the association! Are you saying that Alexander truly has no interest in it? You might want to reconsider!”


    Richard let out a faint smile. “Respect and admiration are what give the president of themerce association real power. But if the entire industry resents them, what’s the point? When Alexander wanted to join, you shut him out without hesitation. And now, when troublees knocking, you turn to us. Do you really think we’re foolish enough to make an enemy out of Dani just for a title?”


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