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    As the wealthiest person on the, Dani’s business instincts were second to none. All eyes were on Elite Lux, waiting for their next move.


    Rumors swirled that a powerful tycoon had secretly struck a deal with the association. Given their towering status in the business world, their identity remained undisclosed. Naturally, spection pointed straight to Dani.


    While anticipation mounted, the association’s official ount subtly fueled the fire by liking ament on Elite Lux’s official post. Instantly, the public was convinced—Dani had joined the association.


    Before long, businesses were moring to secure a membership. The association’s eight members marveled at the frenzy—seven of them couldn’t help but give Alexander an approving thumbs-up.


    “Alexander’s influence is remarkable! Who knew that being Dani’s ex-husband would be such an asset?”


    “Thanks to this announcement, nearly every major business in the country is scrambling to sign up.”


    In their rush, no one seemed to notice the small line of text tucked away at the bottom of the benefits list.


    “All members must unconditionally grant full ess to their resources for association use.”


    This use allowed them to pool the nation’s business resources into a single force against Dani and Cedric.


    No matter how formidable Dani was, she couldn’t take on the entire country’s business sector alone.


    The group of eight exchanged quiet, knowing chuckles.


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    Standing in the president’s office, Alexander gazed down with a distant, unreadable expression.


    In that moment, he felt as though he had finally leveled the ying field with Dani.


    Maybe now, he was worthy of standing before her as an equal.


    Now leading the association, Alexander wasted no time in setting up a meeting with Dani.


    Before heading out, he walked alone into the detached vi he had purchased.


    Inside, an elderly man with failing eyesight and hearing was the only presence. At the sight of Alexander, he silently locked the door and departed.


    The basement was cloaked in shadows, the air thick with the damp, suffocating scent of neglect.


    Joycey motionless, her wrists and ankles shackled in unforgiving iron.


    Her garments were in tatters, the room steeped in the pungent, unmistakable scent of blood and rust.


    With a practiced motion, Alexander lifted a handkerchief to shield himself from the stifling air.


    The measured click of his footsteps stirred Joyce. Slowly, she raised her head, her body bent forward as if in forced submission.


    “Alexander, if you’ve got the nerve, just kill me already! What the hell do you want from me?”


    The word “bitch” had been etched into her skin, a grotesque mark of humiliation. Her face contorted with raw fury.


    Alexander stood just beyond her reach, his eyes fixed on her with an unreadable expression.


    “Eager for death?” A slow smirk curved his lips. “Not so fast.”


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