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    A faint smirk tugged at the edge of Damian’s lips.


    “While we don’t have any hounds to set loose, I guess our cat will have to step up. Darling certainly knows how to put on a fierce show.”


    Close by, Myles and the driver bent their heads low, their bodies trembling as they struggled to suppress bursts ofughter.


    What they had just witnessed was probably the most spectacr takedown Cole had ever received, and they silently prayed they wouldn’t suffer any consequences.


    Cole remained rooted in ce, torn between finding the moment amusing and feeling frustrated. He followed Elliana’s retreat into the house with his eyes and then nced down at Darling, who continued to hiss at him from behind the bars.


    “You’re such a little traitor,” he muttered.


    Not a single meal or silk pillow had been spared for that cat. Cole had poured money into luxury pet food and personally approved the posh cat suite renovation, yet all he got was this.


    Suddenly, the doors of the house mmed open. Elliana marched out, face set in a stony mask.


    Cole, quickly collecting himself, reced his confusion with the smoothest, most ingratiating smile he could muster.


    Elliana ignored Cole’s ingratiating smile. She stroked the little white cat’s head and muttered,


    “Come on, Darling. Let’s put some distance between us and that jerk.”


    Scooping the cat into her arms with practiced ease, she turned on her heel and swept into the vi—her every step radiating disdain.


    Cole watched her disappear, lips twitching in a mix of irritation and reluctant admiration. That stubborn tilt of her chin, the fire in her eyes—she drove him insane, yet he couldn’t look away. Every re of her temper only drew him in deeper.


    He lingered outside in the chill air, foolishly hoping she might peek through the curtains,e back out, say something—anything. But the minutes dragged on, and the door remained shut.


    Defeated for the night, he slid into the back seat of his car and muttered to the driver,


    “Take me back to the Evans Estate.”


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    Back at the Evans Estate, the grand formal living room was anything but peaceful.


    Jeff was mid-meltdown, his eyes red and puffy as he stomped around.


    “I don’t want to be here! I want to go back to Regal Grove! You can drag me here, but you can’t control my heart!”


    His dramatic outburst barely registered with the adults, who were far too engrossed in their own urgent conversation—one that revolved around Jason and Death Thorn.


    Only Irene reacted, clearly fed up. She smacked Jeff lightly on the back of the head and snapped,


    “Enough already! We’re in the middle of discussing something important. Keep whining, and I’ll toss you in the basement myself.”


    The threat worked. Jeff’s mouth mped shut, his eyes welling with silent protest.


    Just then, Cole stepped inside, taking in the scene without a word. He sank into one of the velvet chairs silently.


    Turning toward Cole, Ruben said,


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