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    “We’ve arrived,” Vince stated, his voice carrying a faint chill. “Next time, I’lle along. There’s an emergency meeting tonight — I absolutely can’t miss it.”


    Rosanna, appearing fragile yet sweet, gave a soft nod. “Go ahead, Vince. I’ll be fine.”


    Once Vince departed, Rosanna lingered at the doorstep, gazing after his car until it vanished, an unsettling feeling gnawing at her chest. Maia’s earlier warnings rang in her ears, but she dismissed them with a scoff.


    Soon, she’d have the life every woman coveted — she’d be Vince’s bride.


    Vince’s demeanor toward Maia today had said everything.


    He held no affection for Maia.


    Maia was simply resentful, trying to sow discord between her and Vince.


    Rosanna let out a cold chuckle and released a slow breath.


    She refused to fall prey to Maia’s schemes.


    Steeling her nerves, she turned back inside, her cheerful mask restored, looking forward to the engagement celebration.


    After leaving Rosanna, Vince pressed hard on the elerator, pushing the speed past 193 km/h.


    In under half an hour, he arrived at Nexus Collective from the Morgan estate.


    Once parked, he entered briskly.


    With 120 private suites inside, blindly searching was pointless. Vince beckoned a waiter, shed a picture of Maia on his phone, and ordered coolly, “Locate this woman for me.”


    The waiter squinted at the image, ready to refuse — but Vince shoved a wad of bills into his palm, his voice sharp. “You’ll earn more once it’s done.”


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    Vince leaned in and whispered a number into his ear.


    The waiter’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded in agreement.


    Vince added in an even tone, “Follow the instructions I gave you after you find her.”


    He murmured further directions.


    Though the waiter hesitated, frowning in thought, greed eventually won, and he nodded.


    The amount Vince offered was so substantial that even if he asked for something more outrageous, the waiter would likelyply.


    With the n set, Vince reserved a suite for himself.


    Bottles of liquor soon covered the table.


    Grabbing a ss, he took a rough gulp.


    He also ordered a carton of cigarettes.


    Vince rarely smoked, but tonight was an exception.


    On his first drag, he broke into a fit of coughing.


    Smoking was a habit he only indulged in during moments of deep unrest.


    As gray tendrils curled around him, Vince’s mind was a storm. Had Maia truly let go, or was she just pretending? Was she ying a game, or had she truly erased him from her heart?


    He needed rity.


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