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    Besty turned toward his retreating figure, her vision swimming with tears as her knees gave out, and she crumpled to the floor. The tears flowed freely now, dripping silently down her cheeks.


    “Our rtionship is over.” That sentence echoed in her mind, over and over—cruel and unrelenting.


    As his silhouette finally vanished around the corner, something inside her snapped. She wept and screamed, no longer able to hold it in. “Why? I won’t ept this! I’ll never ept this! You’re mine! You belong only to me…”


    After a long stretch of sobbing, Besty slowly lifted herself from the ground. Her eyes were zed, and her voice was a breathy murmur, aimed at no one in particr. “Yes, you belong only to me. No one’s going to take you away.”


    Then came a low, bone-chillingugh. “If anyone even thinks of taking you from me… I’ll kill her, ha-ha… Yes! Kill her!”


    Her face contorted into a crazed grin, her gaze gleaming with murderous resolve. It was clear—she had made up her mind. Her eyes now held a cold, unyielding sharpness.


    She wiped her tears, straightened up, and walked away with purpose. She had to find out who had stolen Terrence’s affections. “Wretched woman! Who the hell do you think you are, taking my man? You’re asking for trouble!”


    Because of Besty’s persistence, Terrence was dyed for a while. By the time he and his subordinates moved to pursue Christina, her car had already blended into the hectic traffic, far ahead of them.


    Irritated, Terrence twisted his heel into the dirt. He lit a cigar, drew in a puff of smoke, and exhaled a perfect circle.


    As her vehicle gradually drifted from sight, a gleam flickered in his gaze, his eyelids lowering subtly. No urgency. Everything could unravel with due patience. He felt assured that he would win Christina over one day, heart and soul.


    At Morfort Restaurant, the group settled around a table.


    “Christina, here’s a toast to your overwhelming triumph,” one of them dered.


    Everyone rose and lifted their drinks, and Christina mirrored them with a radiant grin. She held up her wine. “To us!”


    “To us!” they echoed.


    Davina sampled her drink andughed lightly. “This premium selection stored by Morfort Restaurant is absolutely exquisite. It glides smoothly.”


    “Of course. It’s one of the few remaining top red wines in the world. One bottle exceeds a million in value,” Ralphy remarked, tasting his ss with visible satisfaction. “Even those with deep pockets need influence to ess it.”


    “Nowadays, sipping fine wine requires power and sway,” Davina chuckled, twirling her ss with ease.


    “It’s always been that way,” Ralphy added without hesitation.<fn1b24> For more chapters visit FindN0vel</fn1b24>


    “For wellness and brighter days ahead,” Davina dered, raising her drink.


    “Cheers!” they all said, sipping joyfully as theirughter and conversation filled the air.


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