?Chapter 230:


    “You said you’d wait because Dani had just returned. Then you said the North District project was urgent, so you’d wait again.


    What now? Are you going to wait until the project of the South and East Districts is finished?”


    It was unusual for Ryan to speak this much.


    Lillian remarked, “Look at this, you’ve even got the quiet one talking. Cedric, what do you really want?”


    Cedric leaned against the wall, his eyes focused on Dani as she stood nearby, enjoying a cupcake while looking out through therge window.


    A shy individual approached her with a drink, and Dani offered a warm smile,pletely unbothered by the cutthroat atmosphere that usually surrounded business.


    “She’s not ready yet,” Cedric murmured.


    “Ready for what? Look at this…” Lillian started, but her words trailed off as Alexander emerged from the restroom, walking towards Dani.


    Frowning, Cedric started to move towards them, but Lillian quickly held him back. He nced at her in confusion.


    “Don’t bother.


    You won’t get it, even if you try. Just watch and learn,” Lillian advised as Ryan held Cedric in ce. The person Dani was chatting with was a young interior designer, someone Alexander recognized.


    He came from a humble, rural background with no connections, relying only on his determination to get ahead. Thest time he offered Alexander a drink, Alexander took a small sip without much thought, while the young man downed the entire ss in one go. Later, Alexander had seen the young man vomiting in the restroom, his girlfriend helping him out.


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    The girlfriend was simple in appearance and modestly dressed, and she smiled at Alexander as she helped the man.


    Alexander had witnessed many couples like them—staying together through the toughest times.


    He looked down on people like them.


    By the time Alexander reached Dani, the young man seemed visibly nervous. Dani nced at him briefly, her tone neutral.


    “Mr. Bet.”


    Alexander carried himself with the confidence of someone who had made it, and the young man, feeling defeated, handed Dani his business card before leaving. Dani gave the card a quick look—Leandro Prescott, an interior designer.


    “Don’t waste your time,” Alexander said, snatching the card from her hand before she could read it.


    “He’s just a nobody with little to offer. If you need a real expert,e to Bet Group. I’ll introduce you to someone with over ten years of experience.”


    With a casual motion, he threw the card into the trash.


    Dani’s expression darkened.


    “He gave that card to me. What gives you the right to make decisions on my behalf?”


    Alexander’s brow furrowed, his expression barely controlled.


    “I’m just looking out for you.”


    Dani’s face twisted into a look of distaste, and Alexander trailed behind her, asking, “Why don’t you believe I’m looking out for you?”


    Dani coolly sipped her juice, her eyes ncing at the time.


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