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    His re was chilling. “Still hung up on that woman? Tell me, what makes her so special?”


    Vince’s chest tightened, but he said nothing.


    Mentioning Maia only deepened Gavin’s disdain. “I told you before — Maia’s prison record and filthy reputation make her unworthy. Talent means nothing when a character is rotten!”


    He mmed the table again, furious. “If you dare have any more entanglements with her, I’ll make sure you face serious consequences!”


    Vince’s fists clenched, turmoil shing across his face.


    Eventually, he forced himself to say, “I get it. It won’t happen again.”


    Just then, Charles arrived, drawn by the uproar.


    After hearing the details, he gave Vince a piercing look and said with finality, “Since you realize your mistake, fix it. Finalize the engagement with Rosanna immediately. Visit the Morgans today. Console Rosanna and finalize the ns. The engagement banquet between the Ward and Morgan families must be grand, so the public will shut their mouths.”


    Vince felt a suffocating weight in his chest.


    Maia’s calm face shed in his mind, and he struggled to breathe.


    He nodded stiffly. “I’ll go now.”


    As Vince turned to leave, Gavin barked, “Not empty-handed. Buy proper gifts. Show some respect.”


    Meanwhile, nearby, Maxwell lounged inside a van with several men. He was orchestrating the chaos partly out of spite, partly for amusement — punishing Vince for daring to covet Chris’ wife.


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    Peering through binocrs, Maxwell spotted Vince.


    Vince got into a vehicle — but it wouldn’t start.


    He switched to another car, but soon after, the tire blew out.


    Frustrated, Vince called for a driver — who hadn’t shown up that day. To make matters worse, a broken-down car blocked the mansion’s entrance, causing further dys.


    Maxwell roared withughter, unable to contain himself.


    He snapped a few photos and sent them to Chris, along with a message: “Everything’s set. Vince’s day just got ruined!”


    After sending the message, Maxwell picked up the walkie-talkie and instructed, “All units, be ready! Don’t let him leave today!”


    Vince red icily at the truck blocking the entrance to his house.


    Although there were many cars parked inside, the gate was locked tight, preventing any vehicle from getting out. Was someone trying to mess with him?


    He narrowed his eyes, eyeing the scene with suspicion, and nced at his watch — it was already past the usual time.


    Vince told the butler to deal with the issue at the gate and made his way to the helipad, nked by his bodyguards.


    Maxwell was on edge, waiting for Vince to finally leave the house. He had hired a crew of supporters and muscle, sure that Vince wouldn’t be able to make it out.


    Then, a buzzing noise filled the air.


    Maxwell looked up.


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