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    Satisfied, Anson tucked the contract away before turning to Vivi with a teasing glint in his eye.


    “Darling, you were greatst night.”


    Vivi’s cheeks burned. She wished the ground would swallow her whole.


    Without another word, Anson strode out, dragging along a trembling Tiana.


    Vivi clenched her fists.


    None of this mattered. As long as Noah was defeated, everything would be worth it.


    Once Anson took his ce, she could im the title of the most powerful and revered woman in the city.


    Holding onto that thought, she returned to her room, a victorious smile on her lips.


    K stood nearby, confused and oblivious to the scheme that had just unfolded.


    “K, you don’t have to worry. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” Moses said as he stepped toward her, slipping an arm around her waist.


    “Stick with me, and you’ll never want for anything.”


    Suppressing her revulsion, K forced a yful smile.


    “Mr. Quinn, aren’t you afraid your wife will find out?”


    Moses let out a heartyugh, lifting her effortlessly and heading toward the bedroom.


    “That old hag is nothingpared to you. Now, let me show you how much I appreciate you.”


    Momentster, the unmistakable sounds of passion filled the air.


    Meanwhile, outside the Quinn family’s estate, in a sleek ck luxury car, Tiana curled up at Anson’s feet, her voice trembling.


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    “Mr. Olson, I was terrified back there.”


    Anson nced down, amusement flickering in his gaze.


    “You handled it well.”


    Relieved by his praise, Tiana exhaled.


    “Thank you, Mr. Olson. If not for you, my siblings wouldn’t even afford school, let alone have the jobs you arranged for them,” she said, her voiceced with gratitude, eyes glistening with emotion.


    The Olson family’s kindness was something she would never forget.


    Anson reached out, patting her head lightly.


    “Stay loyal, and you’ll be rewarded.”


    Tiana nodded eagerly.


    Upon arriving at the Olson family’s residence, Anson handed a document to Damian, who examined it with satisfaction.


    “Perfect. Sixty percent of the Quinn Group’s shares now belong to us,” the old man said, stroking his beard, pleased with their sess.


    Anson allowed himself a brief smile before regaining hisposure.


    “Grandfather, what about the remaining shares?”


    Damian’s eyes gleamed with cunning as he lowered his voice.


    “Those fools have no idea that our deal is nothing but a snare. Once the partnershipunches tomorrow, the remaining forty percent will fall into our hands. It’s time to face Noah. The Quinns are no longer of use.”


    Damian had waited a long time for this day.


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