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    From his seat at the back, Niks scoffed audibly, “Such a coward!”


    As they arrived at Dani’s vi, Caiden and Joyce were silently struck by the remarkable resemnce between Niks and Cedric.


    Before Niks stepped inside, Dani exchanged a meaningful nce with Caiden, hinting that he should scrutinize Niks carefully to confirm if he was indeed the one who had saved Cedric from the mental institution previously.


    Caiden gave a nod.


    As they gathered at the dinner table, Caiden positioned himself next to Niks, frequently lifting his ss. “A warm wee to you, Mr. McCoy.”


    Caiden had already downed over a dozen sses, yet Niks remained indifferent, merely taking a sip of his drink, far from any state of intoxication.


    Turning towards Cedric with a challenging look, Niks asked, “Mr. Phillips, won’t you offer a toast in my honor?”


    Cedric, who had been prescribed medication recently, had received a doctor’s call that morning, advising him against any alcohol consumption.


    The mix of his medication with alcohol was risky, possibly detrimental to his health—a fact Niks knew well, making his challenge a deliberate provocation.


    Niks eyed Cedric tauntingly, his smirk broadening. “What’s the matter? Scared to share a drink with me?”


    Just as Caiden was about to intervene, Dani chuckled and said, “Mr. McCoy, allow me to offer you a toast first.”


    Upon hearing Dani’s words, Caiden resumed his seat.


    In her youth, Dani was frequently escorted by Brylee to various social events. Following Brylee’s departure, Caiden assumed that role. Dani always managed to hold her ground with experienced drinkers, often wrapping up the evening with ate-night snack.


    With Dani now intervening on Cedric’s behalf, Caiden felt reassured. He craned his neck, attempting to scrutinize Niks’ hand, yet the poor angle thwarted a clear view.


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    Niks’ eyes shifted between Cedric and Dani.


    For some reason, Dani seemed more daunting to him than Cedric.


    “What’s wrong, Mr. McCoy? Are you scared?” Dani asked, echoing Niks’ earlier taunt.


    Just as Niks’ expression began to sour, Dani asked him further, “What’s the matter, Mr. McCoy? Can’t handle a toast from me?”


    Niks responded defiantly, “Let’s do this!”


    It was merely a drink, after all. Surely, it wouldn’t kill him to share one with her.


    Dani’s confidence irritated him immensely.


    With a knowing smile, Dani remainedposed.


    Sensing tension, Joyce instinctively wrapped her arms around Jack and stepped back. Whenever Dani wore that particr smile, trouble was sure to follow.


    Dani moved to the bar, skillfully selected several bottles, and with a flourish of deft bartending skills, set a ss filled with vibrant red wine before Niks.


    She poured herself a ss and lightly tapped hers against Niks’. With a soft smile, she said, “To your visit at Olisvine, Mr. McCoy. It’s going to be memorable.”


    Dani sipped her wine gracefully to thest drop.


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