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    When Flossie arrived at Rich Bar, Harry quickly approached her.


    “Hello, Miss Yount, are you here to see Ellie?” he asked.


    Harry knew of Flossie and Ellie’s professional rtionship.


    “I’m not here for work today. Ellie has something personal to discuss,” Flossie rified.


    “Please follow me.”


    Understanding the situation, Harry escorted Flossie to the VIP banquet hall on the second floor.


    Flossie’s arrival was unexpected. Ellie and Kaiden were being encouraged to drink by several gentlemen under the guise of offering blessings. By the time Ellie noticed Flossie, it was toote to stop her.


    Flossie immediately spotted Levy seated in a booth not far away.


    Then, she froze in her steps.


    Levy was seated with a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her long, curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a ck slip dress draped with Levy’s suit jacket.


    The woman was nearly reclining in Levy’s embrace. Though Levy wasn’t actively holding her, she remained nestled close to him while he casually yed dice with his friends.


    The beauty whispered something into Levy’s ear, her lips lightly grazing his neck.


    Levy chuckled softly.


    Then, she yfully pped his shoulder and fed him a grape.


    Levy parted his lips and ate it.


    Each intimate gesture felt like reopening a festering wound in front of Flossie. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, the ache she had been desperately trying to suppress.


    Sensing something, Levy looked up.


    His gaze swept across the room, instantly locking onto Flossie as she stood at the entrance of the banquet hall.


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    Herplexion was ashen, drained of color, a stark contrast to the vibrant atmosphere around her.


    Several of Levy’s acquaintances, having seen Flossie at Marvin’s birthday celebration, recognized her immediately.


    The presence of Levy’s ex in front of his current partner did not faze the gentlemen.


    Instead, it sparked their curiosity, turning the situation into a spectacle they were eager to observe.


    After all, the allure of drama involving a wealthy and attractive bachelor was irresistible in their social circles.


    “Levy, who’s that?” The curly-haired woman, sensing her position threatened, clung to Levy’s arm, her voice tinged with suspicion.


    Levy, however, chose to remain silent, his response unspoken, hanging in the air.


    Rising to her feet, the woman approached Flossie. “Miss, may I ask whom you’re looking for?”


    “Mr. Sanders,” Flossie replied, her tone steady despite the hostility radiating from the woman before her.


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