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His secretary was taken aback. Given Hamilton’s typical control over all decisions, his willingness topromise with Dani was indeed a surprising shift. This adaptability emphasized Dani’s influence. The secretary found himself observing Dani more intently.
Hamilton’s gaze was fixed on Dani, anticipating her reply.
In a nonchnt tone, Dani said, “I respect Cedric’s decision. If he decides to call you his father, I won’t object.”
Hamilton was about to smile when Dani continued, “Just ensure no threatse his way, and don’t drag me into your schemes.” At her words, the smile on Hamilton’s face quickly disappeared.
Dani, noticing Hamilton’s rigid demeanor, added casually, “I’ve given you fair warning before. Here it is again—if Cedric gets upset because of you, I’m more than ready to engage in a corporate battle. In fact, taking on the world’s richest man could be quite the thrill.”
Hamilton’s eyes narrowed. “Is this a test or a challenge?”
Dani’s potential was a mystery, and the world’s billionaire list hadn’t been refreshed for some time. Naturally, bystanders were thrilled at the prospect of witnessing a corporate sh between Dani and Hamilton, curious to see who would emerge as the superior. However, such confrontations were only a spectacle for those uninvolved. Hamilton had no interest in witnessing such a conflict unfold.
Hamilton regarded Dani with a cool expression. “The McCoy family is Cedric’s family too. Every action you take influences the family’s standing and directly affects Cedric’s potential inheritance.”
Dani shifted her gaze to Hamilton, taking in the self-assured expression on his face. “You really believe Cedric’s going to ept you just like that?”
Without missing a beat, Hamilton replied, “Everyone has a price. And if money doesn’t work, then it’s because they’re chasing love.” There should have been some kind of bond, some natural affection between father and son.
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Dani could see clearly now—Hamilton had changed tactics, opting for a softer, more indirect approach.
Proving her right, he made his way toward the kitchen the next moment. He didn’t step inside. Instead, he remained by the doorway, epted a small pastry box from his secretary, and set it on the nearby table. “I get that you’re not ready to ept me yet. Still, blood doesn’t lie. These were your mother’s favorite pastries. I made them myself this morning. Try them.”
He didn’t rush off after that. For a moment, he lingered at the threshold. However, Cedric continued cleaning in silence, not even ncing in his direction.
After an awkward stretch of silence, Hamilton finally muttered, “Alright then. I’ll stop by another day. The food was excellent, by the way.” There was an effort in his voice, clumsy and unpolished, like someone trying to speak anguage they’d forgotten. “Come home for a meal sometime,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
Then he turned and walked out.
His expression as he exited was anything but cheerful—and Charles noticed.
Years of serving at Hamilton’s side had taught Charles how to read the man. He understood that Hamilton was prideful to a fault and rarely allowed anyone, not even his own sons, to challenge his authority. Yet this time, he had taken a step back. He was extending the olive branch, not just because Cedric was capable, but because he respected Dani.
The notion of a woman poised to lead Cealmaur suggested she was far from ordinary. With her support, the McCoy dynasty could be an unbeatable force.
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