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    This gesture was a clear attempt atpromise.


    It wasn’t hard to see that Julio was trying to distract the unpleasant man from Dalores.


    Even Dalores, an observer of the scene, understood the dynamics. She pressed her lips together and gripped the tray tightly, feeling a heavy sense of dismay.


    She had brought trouble to Julio once again.


    “Alright, since you’re so direct, let’s enjoy ourselves tonight and get some people to join us.”


    Pleased with the deal, the unsavory man motioned for Dalores to fetch some escorts.


    Dalores nced at Julio. He was smoking, his serious expression obscured by the swirls of smoke, exuding a sense of aloofness and coldness.


    She turned sharply and exited the private room, picking up the walkie-talkie to ask the floor manager to send some girls to entertain the guests.


    Since Julio had started scheming to regain control of the Freguson Group, he had changed with each meeting.


    Today, Julio’s demeanor was starkly impassive, his gaze icy and detached.


    He had intervened, not out of kindness, but because she was a distraction, and he preferred not to waste time on her.


    The more Dalores thought about it, the heavier her heart felt, the pain so intense it made breathing difficult.


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    She retreated to a lounge, sshed her face with water, and drank arge ss to calm herself.


    Unable to face the idea of returning to that room, she contacted the floor manager, requesting someone else take her ce. However, given the peak hours at the club, her request was swiftly rejected.


    When the call ended, Dalores sat in a daze, lost in thought. Just then, the door to the break room burst open.


    Julio walked in, his hands in his pockets, kicking the door shut behind him. Leaning against it, he looked down at her with a dominant air. “Took the money and did nothing?”


    He was using Dalores of taking his money and ignoring his advice to leave.


    “I haven’t spent a single cent of your money.” The card was still in her purse, tucked safely in the locker. She stood up, “I’ll go get it for you right now.”


    As she attempted to leave, Julio grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. “Quite the clever performance, isn’t it? Arranging this ‘idental’ encounter, insisting on returning the card, yet still, you linger and bother me? You’re really testing my patience.”


    His words came out through gritted teeth, his gaze intense and daunting.


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