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    “Yes, it’s yours,” Dani affirmed with a nod.


    As Alexander opened his mouth to interject, Dani preempted him, addressing the journalist. “No need for thanks. Direct your gratitude towards Mr. Bet. He was just pondering whether this bowl would suit you. I believe itplements your style impably. Isn’t that right, Mr. Bet?”


    With clenched teeth, Alexander managed a strained smile. “Yes.”


    Dani’s smile held a trace of scorn as she slipped into her car.


    That day, the story of a man who spent forty million on a bowl only to hand it off to a journalist caught fire across social media. It became the butt of countless jokes.


    “Alexander truly made a fool of himself, didn’t he?”


    “Who could argue with that? He made quite the spectacle in his attempts to win Dani back, yet it turned out to be a mess of his own creation.”


    “Dani is still married, not yet divorced. Does Alexander have no sense of decency?”


    “Precisely! It’s absolutely disgraceful!”


    “It’s clear Dani harbors no feelings for Alexander. Had she cared, she surely wouldn’t have entrusted that bowl to another. Alexander must cease this futile pursuit; can’t he perceive the annoyance etched on Dani’s face?”


    “Hold on! I remember watching a video where Alexander was being downright haughty towards Cedric right at the entrance of the auction hall. Could Dani be taking a stand for Cedric by her actions?”


    “Is that so?”


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    Yet, the following day, the stock price of Bet Group plummeted.


    A partnership, poised on the brink of sess, was suddenly retracted.


    Bet Group’s fortunes reversed in less than a day.


    The business world once more observed the subtlety of Dani’s strategies. With a simple maneuver, she reimed all the benefits Alexander had gained by riding on Dani’s coattails.


    Henceforth, everyone acknowledged an undeniable truth—at Dani’s signal, fortunes could skyrocket to the heavens. However, if she frowned, a downfall could ensue by dawn.


    gued with anxiety, Alexander found himself drowning in a sea of worries.


    Dani was buried in data, her focus unwavering, when a knock at the door broke her concentration. She lifted her gaze.


    Carol announced, “Cedric’s here. He’s brought some of your favorite homemade dishes. Should I let him in?”


    Dani ced her pen aside, her expression unreadable.


    Carol stepped aside, allowing Cedric to enter. He lingered at the doorway, waiting for Dani’s approval before stepping forward.


    Seated at the dining table, Dani watched as Cedric carefully unpacked the food, lining up each dish with quiet precision. Among them were homemade pickles—bright, crisp, and brimming with tangy freshness.


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