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    “What are you suggesting?” Ellie asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.


    “Dance by that window. If you raise one hundred thousand dors in bids, I’ll persuade Theo for you,” Kaiden replied, his tone calm.


    The Heart Ind Club hosted apetition for female dancers every Saturday night, with the most popr dancer receiving a generous bonus. In this world, poprity often equaled financial gain, especially among the wealthy.


    “Kaiden, you want your wife to dance for the amusement of others?” Ellie asked incredulously.


    Kaiden corrected her, “Mrs. Thorpe, you are my wife, not my woman.” Being his wife and being his woman were distinctly different. The former could be just a title, while thetter implied something far more intimate.


    He stood and lifted Ellie’s chin, his voice low and cold. “Who’s to say whose woman you’ll be? Isn’t that right?”


    “Kaiden, you’re despicable.” Ellie’s face flushed with anger as she huffed. Had it not been for her self-control, she might have struck him.


    Kaiden coolly reminded her, “Mrs. Thorpe, remember, you came here asking for a favor.”


    He hated losing control, yet the act of dictating Ellie’s actions gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction. He was curious—almost eager—to see how she would react.


    On their wedding night, she had braved a storm. At Rich Bar, she had impressed him. But what about now? What would she do? What could she do?


    “I’m giving you a minute to decide,” Kaiden said as he settled back into his wheelchair.


    Hismanding presence only grew as he reclined, his gaze on Ellie like she was a mere pawn in his game.


    “Fine. I’ll dance,” Ellie conceded.


    When she raised her head again, the fury in her eyes had been reced by a frosty smirk. “Mr. Thorpe, if you’re indifferent to your wife’s conduct, why should I care?”


    At Kaiden’smand, the pulsating drumbeats filled the room, mirroring the rhythm from the dance floor below.


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    Ellie stood tall, d in a long trench coat, wide-legged pants, and a ck T-shirt. She quickly adjusted her outfit, turning the T-shirt into a cropped top, revealing her midriff.


    With a casual toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from nonchnt to cool and captivating.


    Her slender waist and glowing skin were now on full disy.


    Kaiden watched, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip as his Adam’s apple moved subtly.


    If the crowd outside caught a glimpse of Ellie in that moment, they would undoubtedly be captivated.


    A hundred thousand dors… seemed like a meager sum for such a spectacle.


    Positioned by the edge of the French window, Ellie had a clear view of the entire hall below. In turn, anyone looking up could easily see her.


    Swallowing her humiliation and resentment, Ellie silently berated Kaiden.


    Kaiden recalled something Brisa had mentioned years ago: Ellie was skilled in both musical instruments and ballet, a standout talent among her peers. The thought of Ellie performing ballet in such a setting seemed almost ludicrous to him.


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