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    Ethan agreed. “Josh has always looked out for us. No doubt about that.”


    They chuckled among themselves as they walked out the door.


    Once clear of the house, they huddled together, faces turning dark. “Dani must die,” Brad hissed.


    Jules frowned. “Timing’s tight. Cedric and Hamilton watch her like hawks.”


    Ethan sneered. “In three months, the gender will show. If it’s a boy, Hamilton won’t blink. He’ll guard her like treasure. We’ll lose any chance by then.”


    Their breath hung in the cold air, eyes sharp beneath the moonlight.


    Morning came. McCoy Group’s stock kept its nose-dive steady.


    In her office, Dani flipped through report after report, noting how Josh had quietly shifted another big slice ofpany assets.<fnf4b8> Find the newest release on FιndＮovel</fnf4b8>


    Carol, ncing at the figures, clicked her tongue. “Josh is sly. When the other branches see this mess, he’ll me you for the poor data, concealing his asset transfers.”


    Dani let out a dryugh and looked at Carol. “Did you set everything up?”


    Carol narrowed her eyes and shed a quick grin. “Whenever you give an order, I deliver. Always.”


    That same day, Josh stepped into his bedroom and paused, his brow creasing at the faint smell drifting through the air.


    He called out, “Did you spray anything in here today? It reeks of jasmine.”


    The housekeeper shook her head quickly. “No, Mr. McCoy. I haven’t stepped foot in your room.”


    Josh leaned closer to the bed and sniffed again. The flowery note lingered, just barely there.


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    The housekeeper asked carefully, “Maybe it clung to your clothes? No one’s been inside today, sir.”


    Josh nodded but still prowled the room, peeking under the bed, checking corners, finding nothing. He wondered if he was imagining it.


    After a shower, he cracked open the tall window. A stronger wave of the scent floated in.


    The housekeeper spotted this and exined, “A new family moved into the vi across the road. Thedy’s crazy for jasmines. She filled her whole yard with them. Since your window faces that way, the breeze brings the scent in.”


    The flowers reminded Josh of Dani, and he couldn’t stand it. He muttered, “Tomorrow, tell that family I’m allergic to jasmines. If they don’t agree to remove the flowers, have my secretary buy the ce outright. No jasmines near my house.”


    “Understood, sir.” The housekeeper bobbed her head. But as she walked away, she grumbled under her breath, “Is that really necessary? Buying a house just because he doesn’t like the flowers? Rich people really live in another world.”


    By the next morning, Josh’s secretary had bought the entire vi across the street.


    Josh stood on his balcony, watching workers yank out the jasmines one by one. Only then did he feel at ease.


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