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    The two of them rose from their seats in unison and turned to face the crowd.


    “It seems Mr. Deleon here has a few grievances,” Bryan said, his tone calm. “using me of pulling a countermove, as if I should just sit back and let him steal my people. If this is how the Deleon Group conducts its business, well, I can assure you, the EB Group disagrees with this method.”


    He then nced toward Sanford, seated at the head of the room, before signaling to Leandro with a nod. “You two,e with me.”


    Sanford scrambled to his feet, looking a bit disheveled but excited as he followed Bryan.


    Leandro, however, appeared nervous as he trailed behind. The anticipated business showdown didn’t happen, leaving the reporters disappointed.


    Javier, meanwhile, seethed internally, shame washing over him as he stood. His steps toward the back door were quick, but he couldn’t resist onest nce over his shoulder. By that time, Bryan and Eileen were already gone, their departure swift, smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.


    Javier took a deep breath and left.


    At the Deleon family’s residence, Amoura lounged on the sofa, idly scrolling through the project files Raymond had organized on herptop. Just as she was about to open the files, she was startled by the sudden removal of the USB drive.


    Her eyes darted up in surprise, meeting Raymond’s gaze, her brow furrowing in confusion.


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    “What do you think you’re doing? Put that USB drive back in!” she snapped, irritation threading through her voice.


    Raymond, unfazed by her demands, slid the drive into his pocket and shut theptop in one smooth motion, cradling it in his arms. “Mrs. Deleon, my services to you ended three minutes ago. Those files belong to me, and I don’t n on handing them over. As for theptop? That’s mine, too. I’m taking it with me.”


    For a moment, Amoura was stunned into silence. But it didn’t take long for the realization of his words to hit her.


    She shot up from the sofa, fury shing in her eyes. “Are you really trying to ruin your own sister’s life now? Don’t think for a second that just because the car ident ordeal is behind us, she’s off the hook. I still have evidence in my hands!”


    Raymond’s voice, though respectful, was firm. “You and your conspirators framed my sister. I won’t deny her wrongdoing, but you broke thew, too. If you want to take her down, you’ll being down with her.” He then cast a quick nce at the set of cups Amoura had been using. He had just bought them for her.


    Amoura had always felt dissatisfied with Raymond, convinced that his work never quite measured up to the hefty paycheck he drew. To make sure she got her money’s worth, she had recently asked him to buy things for her without paying him.


    With a sharp intake of breath, Raymond decisively hurled the expensive set of cups into the trash, the sound of them shattering filling the room. The cups were all broken.


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