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    Chloe and Mindy kept pushing through the crowd, and soon more students began picking Elliana apart.


    Meanwhile, Elliana remained immersed in her performance on stage, oblivious to the growing whispers below. Even if she had noticed, she wouldn’t have cared at all. Her focus was locked onto every step she took, but inside, her mind kept racing. When the show ended, how would she get close to Milton? What was the truth about his connection to her mother?


    As the music shifted from a quiet hum to a powerful rush, the dance elerated toward its high point. Movements became bolder, sharper, each beat urging the team to match the feverish energy of the song.<fnbea5> This text is hosted at findnovel</fnbea5>


    Elliana soared into a brilliant spin, announcing the moment everyone had been waiting for. The crowd responded in an instant. Cheers and whistles filled the room, proof that the first act had already sent the excitement soaring.


    Elliana’s every move was wless, each turn and step a blend of strength and grace. The rest of the dancers seemed to fade into the background, almost forgotten, as she tookmand. With every leap and twirl, she seemed to float like a butterfly, enchanting every person watching. Nobody could look away, not even Milton. He stared, transfixed, eyes locked on Elliana as if the rest of the world had vanished.


    On the other hand, Cole’s face grew even darker. That night at Nightfall, he had almost failed to contain himself while Elliana’s dancing stole the spotlight at the club. Now, watching her dazzle the crowd—and a tycoon like Milton, no less—his anger burned even hotter. It felt as if a private, precious treasure had been stolen and put on disy for the world to covet. A raw, possessive fury burned through him,ced with sharp, restless anxiety.


    Surrounded by wild apuse and catching the look on Milton’s face, Cole’s jaw tightened until his teeth ached. The anger inside him threatened to break loose. A wave of heat rushed through him. Restlessness gathered in his chest, ready to explode at any second. His hand jerked up and tugged at his tie. Before he could stop himself, a rough, mockingugh slipped out. “You really are taken with her, aren’t you, Mr. Campbell?” he said, his voice clipped.


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    But Milton didn’t register Cole’s words. All of his attention remained fixed on Elliana, shutting out everything else around him.


    Cole waited for a response, his taunt hanging unanswered in the air. Milton was still caught up in watching the stage. That stretch of quiet felt like a p. A wave of embarrassment crawled…


    Up Cole’s neck, a flush of frustration spread. He had never been so thoroughly brushed aside, but he refused to walk away. Seeing Milton watch Elliana with that kind of intensity made his skin crawl.


    Without warning, Cole reached out and pped a hand on Milton’s shoulder. The sudden contact seemed to snap Milton out of his trance. He blinked a few times and then slowly turned toward Cole. “Do you need something?”


    Cole fought to mask his fury, forcing his lips into a tight, humorless smile. “You seem quite taken with the girl on stage.” Milton nodded. “I am.”


    Yet, the feelings inside Milton had nothing to do with romance or desire, not in the way Cole assumed. Cole’s gaze at Elliana burned with longing, sharp and possessive, but Milton only felt a sense of kinship, free from any hint of attraction.


    As Milton followed Elliana’s every move, his mind drifted to the past. His mother had once been a dancer, unforgettable in her grace. Now, watching Elliana, he saw echoes of that same poise, especially in the tilt of her head and the sweep of her eyes. That quick look over her shoulder made him pause. Those eyes could have belonged to his mother.


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