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    A hint of unease crept in—she had just caused some trouble for Ste recently, and now, Bryan was here.


    Javier chuckled, his beard shaking a little. “Why are you so nervous? You’re my wife. Why would I believe some outsider over you?” He shot a nce at Bryan, their eyes locking for a moment, but he didn’t take Bryan seriously.


    Bryan didn’t seem bothered. He casually tossed a folder onto a bench and sat down, hands in his pockets, watching Javier and Amoura.


    After half an hour, Amoura’s difort grew. She didn’t dare look at Bryan, but she could feel his eyes on her. Losing interest, she muttered, “This is getting boring, and the weather is cold. I don’t feel like ying anymore.”


    “If you’re done ying, let’s go take a break,” Javier suggested, motioning toward the resting area. As they headed over, Javier acted like he just noticed Bryan. “Why are you here?” he asked.


    “I heard you were here, so I figured I’d stop by,” Bryan replied, putting out his cigarette as he stood. “I’ve got something you should see.”


    Javier’s gaze lingered on the folder, but he made no move to touch it. Amoura, however, couldn’t resist her curiosity. She reached over and grabbed it. “What’s this? You won’t mind if I take a look, right?” she asked.


    Bryan stayed silent.


    Since Bryan didn’t respond, Amoura opened the folder. The documents inside were medical records,plete with dates and patient details. Amoura froze after reading them.


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    Javier noticed her reaction and grabbed the documents on the table. They were abortion consent forms for Presley, dated from around when he hadst visited her. He had been puzzled by Presley’s odd behavior—always wrapped up inyers, sipping on those nourishing soups. She had imed it was for her health. Now, it all made sense—she hadn’t been preparing for a baby; she had been recovering from an abortion.


    Javier’s face clouded, a storm of anger brewing in his eyes.


    “Mr. Deleon, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about Presley and me,” Bryan said, keeping his tone steady. “I want to set the record straight—I have no interest in her. You understand why she wants to get closer to me…” The implication hung in the air, clear for Javier. After all, Presley was one to chase after money and good looks; Bryan had both.


    After a pause, Bryan added, “She was not nning to have another child for your family, so her heart was already elsewhere. The divorce has nothing to do with me.”


    “I know,” Javier responded. “I wasn’t nning to me you for the rumors. You’re a decent man for exining everything to me. Don’t worry; I won’t let her damage the bond between our families.”


    In truth, Javier was irritated that Bryan seemed unaffected while his family had faced embarrassment over the hotel incident. But he knew better than to confront Bryan considering the Dawson family’s influence. Javier casually tossed the documents back onto the table and said, “It’s gettingte. You should go. We’ve got a few more rounds to y.”


    “Go ahead,” Bryan replied, getting to his feet. He nced at Amoura’s hand, reddened from gripping the golf club in the cold weather, and then quickly looked away. “Let’s catch up over dinner sometime. Goodbye.”


    With that, he strolled toward the golf cart, hands in his pockets.


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