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    Myles looked up, eyes pleading for mercy, hoping Cole would let the matter rest.


    His words left everyone else struggling not to burst outughing, which only made things more awkward.


    Cole turned away from Myles atst, making no attempt to hide his disdain.


    The tension seemed to ease, and Myles finally let out a shaky breath. Then, Cole’s gaze shifted to the driver beside Myles.<fn27fb> This text is hosted at FindN0vel</fn27fb>


    The driver went rigid. A moment before, he had been quietly enjoying Myles’s misfortune, but now his own heart pounded as cold sweat began to bead on his brow.


    Cole’s eyes swept over the driver, who looked in and unremarkable. His voice turned mocking. “Steady, reliable, honest, mature—and apparently, you caught the attention of a tycoon’s daughter. Seems I’ve seriously underestimated you.”


    “N-no, Mr. Evans,” the driver stammered, suddenly desperate to save himself. “I’m nothing special, just a driver. I don’t have any impressive qualities. That youngdy must have been teasing.”


    All the while, the driver was fuming. Elliana hadn’t just been teasing Cole—she had used him as a pawn. How had he, just a driver, ended up in this mess?


    Cole’s attention shifted to Aron.


    When the driver took his turn under scrutiny, Aron had already braced himself, silently rehearsing the words to degrade himself just to quell Cole’s bitter wrath.


    Before Cole could utter a word, Aron rushed to beat him to the punch. “I’m nothing but a worthless loser!”


    “Hah!” A loud burst ofughter came from Hugh, who pped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tried to keep quiet.


    Hugh was used to being the butt of Cole’s anger. Myles and Aron had always looked down on him, treating him like the simpleton of the bunch. But not today. Today, the tables had turned. Now it was their turn to squirm while Hugh got a front-row seat.


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    Nobody paid much attention to Hugh’s snickering.


    Even after Aron tried to get ahead of things with his own self-mockery, Cole’s sharp eyes remained on him anyway. “Why talk about yourself that way? You’re supposed to be a decent man. That youngdy said that’s pretty hard to find.”


    Aron forced a grim smile and went even further, tearing down what little pride he had left. “There’s nothing decent about me, Mr. Evans. I’m so useless that even the stray dogs wouldn’te near me.”


    “Ha-ha…” A few muffled giggles slipped out as Hugh tried to hold back another fit ofughter, hand mped over his mouth.


    Even Paulina, usually soposed, couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from twitching.


    Myles had been the first to throw himself under the bus, feeling his dignity crumble with every word. But hearing Aron grovel, he actually felt a strange sort offort and found himself standing a little taller. Compared to that, maybe he hadn’t looked so bad after all.


    Cole’s face remained cold and impassive. His icy stare drifted over Myles, Aron, and the driver.


    The tension in the room only thickened. Everyone had the same uneasy thought—this was bad. How could they fix this?


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