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    Dani bowed her head, focusing on her phone. “Just stay out of it. I’ll handle it and arrange for you to meet Niks. Then you’ll see if he was the one who helped you escape from that asylum.”


    Caiden muttered resentfully, “Understood.”


    Uponnding, Niks repeatedly tried to contact the head of the mercenaries, but to no avail.


    His brow furrowed, yet he was somewhat confident they had dealt with Cedric.


    After all, Cedric was merely a businessman—what chance could he have against professional assassins?


    For Niks, killing Cedric seemed like an easy task.


    With a self-satisfied smile, Niks made his way to the exit.


    However, he saw a face strikingly simr to his own. His steps halted abruptly, and his eyes narrowed.


    Cedric?


    His assistant hurried over. “Mr. McCoy, why is Cedric here? I thought you had him dealt with?”


    Niks furrowed his brows in frustration. “Get in touch with those ipetent fools! Is this how they manage things?”


    While issuingmands, Niks caught Cedric’s eyes shifting in his direction. A slight frown formed on Cedric’s face as he looked at Niks.


    Observing Cedric march towards him, Niks noted the man’s uneven pace; Cedric was limping, as if he had suffered a serious injury.


    With a neutral face, Niks met him halfway. Cedric offered a handshake warmly. “Mr. McCoy, a pleasure to meet you. I’m Cedric Phillips.”


    Cedric’s goal was to seal the business deal first, then negotiate with rinda to shorten his ten-year term to just five.


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    Cedric’s smile was warm, but Niks eyed it skeptically and left Cedric hanging, hand outstretched.


    Cedric had navigated the business world on his own, battling every step of the way. A bit of cold treatment was insignificant to him.


    “Mr. McCoy, you must be weary.


    “I’ve arranged amodations at a local hotel where you can rx first.”


    Niks gave a nonchnt grunt in response.


    Leading the way, Cedric moved forward with Niks trailing. Observing Cedric’s limp, Niks said, “You’re quite themitted man, Mr. Phillips, meeting with clients despite your leg injury. If I didn’t have all the facts, I’d believe Phillips Group was facing financial trouble.”


    Cedric’s secretary noticed the sarcasm in his tone and frowned.


    Cedric justughed it off. “There’s always room for growth, isn’t there? Despite your empire, Mr. McCoy, here you are in Olisvine, seeking more opportunities.”


    Thisment shadowed Niks’ face with annoyance. However, he quickly masked it.


    “Mr. Phillips, your injury—how did it happen?”


    Unruffled, Cedric offered a slight, assured smile, disying neither difort nor embarrassment.


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