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    At ease, Winslow continued to stare at his device. “Who knows? Maybe she’s too busy. My firm is hardly on her radar; it’s the smallest fish in the pond.”


    A thought struck Hackett, an image shing through his mind of a figure resembling Winslow when he went to see Dani. “You haven’t gone behind our backs to strike a deal with her, have you?”


    “Deal with Dani, have you, Winslow?” Silence suddenly fell over the hot springs. All eyes in the group fixed on Winslow.


    Setting his phone aside, Winslow looked up slowly. “What nonsense is this? Me, make a deal with Dani? Come on, Hackett. You know as well as I do that I couldn’t offer her anything substantial. What’s pocket change to you is my entire operation. If she’s willing to go after you, why would she let me off the hook?” Everyone paused to reflect after hearing this.


    Bruno nodded slowly. “That makes sense.”


    Winslow shrugged off thements lightly. “Perhaps Dani just overlooked mypany, or maybe she was too busy. You guys really expect me to join your financial misery?”


    Huey chuckled and patted Winslow on the back. “Come on, we’re in this together. Remember, it was your n to deal with Brylee. Dani won’t forget that.”


    It was meant to ease the tension while also serving as a warning to Winslow.


    Winslow’s gaze was cold as he stared off into the distance, a smirk ying on his lips. “Afraid of Dani? That day will nevere.” Laughter echoed around him as the others nodded in hearty agreement.


    They lingered in theforting warmth of the hot springs for several hours, basking in rxation.


    Once they emerged from the water, their phones, now within signal range, buzzed relentlessly with a flood of notifications.


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    As they gazed at their screens, the unfolding drama rivaled any prime-time soap opera.


    By the stroke of midnight, headlines screamed with scandalous revtions like “Shameless Commerce Association!” and “Apology Demanded from Commerce Association!”


    Their own schemes against Cedric had spectacrly rebounded on them.


    In a state of panic, Hackett barely took the time to dry off before rushing to get dressed and out the door. Huey, in his haste, slipped and tumbled over.


    Though they imed there was no rush, their voices quivered with a palpable sense of urgency.


    Racing down the mountain, they were glued to their phone screens, absorbing thetest updates.


    Bruno said, “Who had the bright idea to retreat to these remote hot springs? We’re cut off from everything!”


    Farley retorted, “It doesn’t matter now. We’re already toote.”


    Huey added, “Whoever’s backing Cedric is a genius! How did they manage to flip the script sopletely, even with all that damning evidence against him?”


    Marc yelled from the back seat, “Enough chatter! Just speed up!”


    Winslow peered out the window, his expression unreadable. Olisvine was about to change a lot.


    The vehicle raced down the winding road, its upants gripped by a collective unease. After hours of travel, they finally arrived at the Bet family estate at three in the morning and rapped urgently on the door. The instant Alexander appeared, shock rippled through the group.


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