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    That night, he slept like a rock.


    When he came downstairs the following day, he asked, “Can you still smell anything floral in my room?”


    The housekeeper barely looked up. “Really? I don’t catch a whiff, sir. But even if there’s a trace, that’s normal. They just moved out. The smell will fade in a few days.”


    Josh’s brow knitted in frustration. “Get someone to purify the air in this ce and wipe away that jasmine smell. I don’t want it lingering.”


    From across the room, Mason, still recovering at home, looked up in surprise. “Is that really necessary? The poisonous jasmines were over on Dani’s side, not ours. Are we seriously hiring someone just to purify the air?”<fndc19> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find?novel</fndc19>


    The mere thought of harsh cleaning chemicals made Mason wrinkle his nose.


    “Enough with the objections. Just do it!” Josh’s suspicion was obvious as he barked the order. “I want it handled right now!”


    Later that day, Josh paid a visit to McCoy Group, lining up a meeting with their most important business partner to talk about future cooperation.


    Even in the middle of negotiations, he called home to check in.


    Mason picked up, sounding harried. “We’re on it, Dad. Can’t you hear the machine rumbling in the background? The ce smells like chemicals now. I can barely breathe in here.”


    Josh nodded, satisfied, and turned his attention back to the meeting.


    At home, Dani sat as Carol approached with news. “McCoy Group’s biggest partner is meeting with Josh. If Josh manages to win them over, McCoy Group will lose half its power. Dani, shouldn’t you do something?” Carol’s worry was unmistakable.


    While McCoy Group boasted impressive strength, its organization was straightforward. Their leading partner held half of their business.


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    Still, Dani showed no sign of concern. She offered Carol a cool, reassuring smile. “We still have time.”


    Afterward, Dani’s gaze drifted to the kitchen, where Hamilton was bickering with Cedric.


    Hamilton was firm. “A pregnant woman needs proper nutrition. Chicken soup is a must! If you make it so tasteless, how is the baby supposed to get anything from it?”


    Cedric remainedposed. “A heavy, greasy meal isn’t good for her cholesterol. It’s not healthy for the baby, either.”


    Hamilton shot back, “That’s nonsense! I’ve raised a whole brood of kids, and none of them ever had cholesterol problems.”


    Cedric just shrugged. “Maybe so, but you’re in my kitchen now. My rules apply.”


    Cedric’s resistance left Hamilton fuming, so he turned around and went looking for Dani.


    Hamilton called out, “Are you just going to stand there and let Cedric do as he pleases?”


    Dani met Hamilton’s flushed, indignant re. “Arguing over soup is a minor issue. There are much bigger matters that demand your attention, ones you seem to be missing entirely. Have you thought about that?”


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