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    Returning ten minutester, Bruce’s face was flushed with embarrassment. “Mr. Thorpe, Mrs. Thorpe is tied up with work tonight and can’t make it.”


    Kaiden looked up, his gaze sharp.


    “Tied up with work?”


    He knew Ellie didn’t have any obligations at the GT Group that evening. It was just her way of avoiding the situation.


    “Call her again,” Kaiden ordered through clenched teeth, trying to restrain his irritation. “Stay here and call her.”


    Cautiously, Bruce dialed Ellie’s number once more.


    He switched the phone to speaker mode, and Ellie’s voice filled the room.


    “Hello, Bruce. Is there something else?”


    “Mrs. Thorpe, Mr. Thorpe’s event tonight is quite formal. He requires apanion for the sake of courtesy. When will you be free from work? Is there a way to rearrange your schedule?”


    Ellie paused briefly before responding, “If he needs someone to apany him, perhaps you can find someone else suitable?” For such events, there wasn’t a strict requirement for who the date should be. It could be a celebrity, a friend, or even a secretary. Typically, men with girlfriends or wives choose to attend with their partners.


    Bruce nced anxiously at Kaiden, hardly daring to breathe.


    He felt out of ce.


    He wondered why he was caught in the middle of their issues.


    This call should have been made by Kaiden himself.


    Noticing Kaiden’s cold expression and his reluctance to speak further, Bruce ended the call with Ellie.


    “Mr. Thorpe, will you still be taking a date to the event?”


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    Ellie ended her phone call and turned to the taxi driver. “Could you please drive a bit faster?” she asked.


    She had refused to attend the party with Kaiden, not only because of her own feelings but because Baylee had urgently called her. Baylee had exined that there was an emergency requiring Ellie’s immediate attention.


    Arriving at the Rich Bar, Ellie hurried through the VIP entrance and made her way straight to a private room.


    The moment she opened the door, a strong scent of blood hit her. Baylee stood frozen near the door, her gaze fixed on a man lying on the sofa. The man’splexion was ashen, with blood running from his short ck hair down to his forehead. He wore a ck trench coat, the source of the bloody scent. Drops of blood had fallen from the coat’s edge onto the carpet, leaving red stains.


    “Oh my God! What happened here?” Ellie eximed in shock, quickly closing the door. “Did you identally hurt him?”


    “I didn’t,” Baylee responded immediately.


    Ellie let out a sigh of relief, but as she looked at the man’s face, a realization struck her. “Wait, isn’t that Marvin Hill?”


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