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    Dani observed Katrina, now crumpled on the floor and weeping bitterly. A frosty gleam flickered in her eyes as she recalled Katrina’s harsh words yesterday—that Brylee deserved to die.


    Katrina was oblivious to Dani’s thoughts. She was consumed by panic. If Joyce lost the money, she’d never recover financially. Her future would be bleak and filled with hardship. What could possibly be done now?


    “Please,” Katrina implored, her voice quivering with desperation.


    “I’m begging you, Dani.”


    Dani offered a slight, indifferent smile.


    “I can’t assist with this matter.


    You might want to speak with Alexander. Milo has ties to the Bet family.” She left her statement deliberately vague, shrouded in ambiguity.


    Her cryptic words caused Katrina’s mind to race toward a darker interpretation. She deduced that the Bet family had never truly weed Joyce, cunningly using Milo as a pawn in a sinister plot. They resented the hefty fifty-million-dor divorce settlement they werepelled to pay, devising a scheme to reim it. In the wake of Dani’s veiled insinuations, Katrina stood frozen momentarily, her thoughts frantically assembling the pieces. A sudden epiphany struck her, propelling her to her feet.


    “What did you just say? Milo and Alexander know each other?”


    The more Katrina considered it, the clearer it became. She had always felt that Milo and Alexander looked somewhat alike.


    Fueled by fury, Katrina murmured a terse thanks to Dani, grabbed a knife from the table, and stormed out, her emotions in turmoil.


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    Upon entering, Cedric noticed the fierce anger etched across Katrina’s face.


    “What happened to her?” he inquired, turning to Dani.


    With a shrug, Dani narrated the events, to which Cedric responded with an approving thumbs up. This tactic of deflecting the me had taken Alexander by surprise.


    Confronting Alexander, Katrina demanded, “Do you know Milo Brewer?”


    Without room for denial, Alexander admitted, “He’s my cousin.”


    Those words incensed Katrina further.


    Seething, she withdrew the knife from her bag.


    The incident erupted into headlines, igniting a whirlwind of media attention. Spection soared wildly.


    “The crap these rich folks pull gets nastier every day!”


    “Wait, Alexander actually paid some guy to seduce his wife?”


    “Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible for a man to stoop so low and embarrass himself this badly.”


    “Rumor has it, he’s still yearning for his ex-wife. Could this be the reason for his desperate actions?”


    “Pathetic Joyce, always the idiot falling for his maniptive schemes.”


    As the scandal intensified, the Bet family’s reputation suffered a devastating blow. Their stock prices plummeted to unprecedented lows, leaving Alexander in a frantic search for solutions. His only feasible strategy was to convince Joyce to publicly rify the situation.


    When Joyce answered his call, her response was a chillyugh.


    “You must be dreaming! When we were married and you disregarded me, I didn’t see you debasing yourself like this. Don’t think for a moment that I’m unaware of your motives.


    Your recent scramble to forge new partnerships is nothing more than a ploy to reim Dani’s affection. Well, here’s a newssh—I won’t let you manipte me!”


    With a sharp click, Joyce ended the call.


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