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    Hamilton truly admired Cedric, and his words offered him a way to retreat with dignity.


    Then he added, “Still, I’ll admit—the damage you’ve done to the branchpany proves your skill. I can’t say I’m disappointed.”


    Cedric’s eyes remained cold.


    “You’ve got a way with words, I’ll give you that. But I’ve never thought McCoy Group was anything special. If that’s all you’ve got, I’m out of here.”


    Hamilton eximed, “Hold on. Your attacks on our branch have gone too far. This is internal family business—I hope you’ll back off.”


    Cedric heard him out and stared back with frosty indifference.


    When no answer came, Hamilton spoke again.


    “I know you’re still angry about what happened at my birthday party. I’m willing to apologize.”


    To Hamilton, this was him showing his most genuine intent.


    “Apologize to me?” Cedric’s voice turned to ice. “You hurt my wife! She’s the one who deserves your apology!”


    Hamilton brushed off the matter as a petty detail. After all, he was deeply pleased with having such a remarkable son. He spoke without a hint of pause.


    “Sure. I’ll find time to—”


    Those words hit like shards of ss, freezing Cedric’s face into a deeper chill. He cut Hamilton off, his voice sharp as a de.


    “Apologize to Dani in front of the media!”


    Cedric’s words hit like ice, freezing Hamilton’s expression in ce.


    A faint twitch ran through the creases of Hamilton’s aged face.


    “Apologize to Dani in front of the media?”


    Hamilton blinked, half-convinced he’d heard wrong.


    He managed a strained smile.


    “Come again? Must’ve misheard you.”


    Cedric cast his eyes downward, casually tightening his watch strap like he had all the time in the world.


    “You heard me loud and clear. I said apologize to Dani in front of the media. This offer’s a one-time deal. Miss your shot now, and I’m afraid you won’t get another.”


    Hamilton’s forced grin finally cracked.


    “Cedric, I’m still your father. Don’t you think this is too much?”


    Cedric let out a sharp sneer.


    “Father? I’ve never acknowledged you as one, and I never will. The moment you hurt my wife, you made yourself my enemy. You asked me here, and I came. I gave you a chance—if you waste it, don’t me me for walking away. And let me make it official: the McCoy family’s downfall will mirror Alexander’s.”


    With that, Cedric rose, his movements steeped in quiet pride and firm resolve. His towering frame and maic aura pulled every gaze from the women in the restaurant like a tide drawn to the moon.


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