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    A wave of doubt crept over Hamilton. No matter how he tried, something about this investment just didn’t sit right.


    Noticing his silence, Ethan elbowed him. “Come on, Hamilton! Don’t just stand there quiet. You aren’t trying to weasel out, are you?”


    “Of course not,” Hamilton retorted, cheeks reddening. “If we actually see a profit, every cent will go to Dani. This month, though, we’re t broke, so we need a ce to stay.” His pride stung, knowing how pitiful he must look—an old man, investment gone south, having to rely on his own daughter-inw for a roof. “You’ll get your money as soon as we have it.”


    As soon as he finished, all eyes turned to Dani, silently begging for her answer.


    A quick nod from Dani settled the matter. “No problem. You’ve got a month. I’ll just tack the rent onto your billter.”


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    Hamilton alone kept ncing Dani’s way, the ease in her expression only deepening his suspicion that this investment was doomed to fail.


    Hamilton’s nerves hadn’t settled by the time Jules turned up unannounced at the entrance.


    Wearing a gleeful expression, he moved with purpose, clearly looking for Dani.


    Hamilton’s eyes darkened. “Why are you here? No one invited you.”


    Jules raised a finger close to Hamilton’s nose. “This is Dani’s vi. I’m here to speak with her.”


    Hamilton studied him with suspicion. Since when was Jules so close to Dani?


    “If there’s something you need to say, tell me instead.” Hamilton stood firm, blocking the entry.


    Jules let out augh, pulled out his phone, and began dialing.


    While the tone rang, he nced at Hamilton and sneered, “I don’t waste breath on people like you.”


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    “Hello? Dani? I’m downstairs, but Hamilton wouldn’t let me in. Alright.” Jules shoved the phone into Hamilton’s hand.


    Dani’s voice crackled through the line. “Let Jules in.”


    As the call disconnected, Hamilton shot him a death stare while Jules marched past, heading up into Dani’s study.


    Just then, Brad stepped in from outside, pointing at the exotic vehicle parked near the gate. “Hamilton, did you spot that ride? It’s Jules’! Didn’t he go bankrupt after that mess with Josh? How on earth did he suddenly get so rich? Do you know what happened?”


    Ethan walked in behind, nodding. “Forget the car—did you check out what he’s wearing? That’s limited edition, worth millions, and his kicks are well over ten million. Did he rob a vault?”


    Hamilton’s eyes stayed fixed upstairs. “You missed the pendant around his neck. The auction house listed it yesterday for over six billion dors.”


    Brad and Ethan were dumbfounded.


    “What the hell is Jules doing now? He was broke not long ago,” Brad muttered.


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