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    “Spare me the family tree. What’s your point?” Elliana’s interruption sliced through his exnation.


    Jason’s gaze intensified, boring into her. “In empires this size, warfare never ceases. Countless vultures circle the family head’s throne, waiting to strike. Cole’s every breath faces examination, and every decision endures judgment from the family tribunal. Do you grasp the weight of this burden?”


    Elliana’s eyes dropped, her expression cooling to marble. “Stop dancing around your message.”


    Her indifference ignited Jason’s frustration, but he continued, “Ruben thrust you into Cole’s life, wielding family tradition as his weapon. The whole family erupted in mockery—Cole bound himself to an ipetent, hideous creature. Even when you wereter revealed as the legendary Rosa, shedding your reputation for ipetence, the Evans n remained unmoved. Your very existence continues to drag Cole through humiliation.”


    Impatience flickered across Elliana’s features. “Exin how my presence in Podgend supposedly drew condemnation to Cole.”


    “Your appearance alongside Cole in public settings devastates the Evans reputation—that’s the first catastrophe. Second, this region thrives on chaos and violence in business dealings. Your presence transforms Cole from predator into protector, multiplying his vulnerabilities. The elder generation now brands you a poison in his veins, dering Cole an ipetent leader. One has even pronounced Cole unworthy of leading the family! Right now, Ruben faces assault from all sides—his brothers and their offspring circle like wolves. He’s drowning under their attacks. Are you blind to this destruction?” Jason’s usations poured forth like venom.


    Elliana’s lips twitched. Had the situation truly reached such theatrical heights? Reputation destroyer, toxic influence, ipetent leadership—she recognized the game these ancient schemers yed. They wielded her name as their excuse to seize the throne.


    “Elliana, when Cole loses everything because of you, including his current role as the family head, will guilt consume you then?” Jason’s question hung in the air like an executioner’s de.


    Elliana dismissed Jason entirely, savoring her bread and draining her milk with deliberate calm.


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    She possessed intimate knowledge of Cole’s true nature. He ruled the business battlefield like a conquering general, transforming enemies into cautionary tales. If these decrepit patriarchs yearned for war, he would deliver annihtion beyond their nightmares. Furthermore, her own facade of weakness remained just that—a carefully constructed illusion. When the moment demanded, she could shatter their preconceptions and blind them with her true capabilities.


    Jason’s frown deepened as he watched her methodical breakfast ritual. When she rose to depart, his voice cracked with indignation. “What kind of attitude is that?”


    The sound escaped Elliana’s lips like a dismissive breath. “Oh.” She pivoted to face him, her gaze sharp as winter steel. “Listen up, I will live well with Cole. Abandon your pathetic dreams of banishing me from the Evans legacy.”


    With that, Elliana ascended the staircase, leaving Jason to choke on his rage.


    Jason’s fury manifested in violent coughing fits as he stared at her retreating form.


    Once Elliana vanished from sight, Jason’s assistant, Lanny, materialized in the dining room. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Mr. Evans, why waste energy on that walking disaster? Your mother believes Cole’s being condemned by the family elders creates the perfect opportunity for your ascension.”


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