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    Dovisa noticed Royce’s attentive gaze. An idea took shape in her mind, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. She clinked her ss against Royce’s, initiating a conversation. “Mr. Riley, you haven’t married yet, have you?”


    Royce shifted his gaze, replying with the polished tone of a businessman, “Are you suggesting you know someone for me, Miss Rosewood? With your charm, I’d expect anyone in yourpany to be remarkable.”


    Dovisaughed joyfully at his ttering words. She smiled subtly. “You’re young and sessful. I am afraid ordinary women aren’t suited for you. Today’s—”


    The celebration was bustling with young, singledies. Dovisa said, “You should have a look. As our investor and key supporter, anydy you take interest in would be very fortunate.”


    Royce was intrigued by the prospect. All the young women present were part of the film crew, and as an investor, he was aware that showing any interest would likely lead them to approach him.


    Royce smiled without saying a word, but Dovisa could see he was intrigued.


    In the film industry, Royce was notorious for chasing after young, beautiful women. His wild behavior in bed had earned him a dark reputation, with more than a few women ending up in the hospital because of him.


    Dovisa felt confident that once Elena suffered in Royce’s bed, she would never dare to attempt to charm Louis again.


    With a self-satisfied grin, Dovisa sipped her champagne, her expression calcted.


    On the first floor, Elena looked around and saw Louis stepping outside to answer a phone call.


    Elena then separated from Francesca. After only a few steps, someone abruptly blocked her path. She raised her eyes to see a middle-aged man.


    Excitement sparkled in Royce’s gaze. Earlier, from his vantage point upstairs, she had appeared exceptionally beautiful. Up close, she indeed looked stunning. Her figure was shapely, her waist remarkably slim. Her long, straight legs seemed as though they could captivate him for hours.


    Despite his efforts, Royce’s eyes betrayed his lust. He pulled a business card from his pocket. “Pleased to meet you, Miss. Here’s my card. May I have the pleasure of joining you for a drink?”


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    Elena nced at the card briefly. It read, “CEO of High Tidustries, Royce Riley.”


    With a neutral expression, she replied, “I don’t drink.”


    Royce narrowed his eyes, forcing a smile. “In this industry, everyone drinks. Are you trying to slight me?”


    This approach was typical for him. A few intimidating words usually made young women morepliant—not just with drinking—they tended to be more submissive in other ways as well.


    Royce’s expression was confident and predatory as he continued to gaze at Elena.


    Undeterred, Elena simply moved past him and continued on her way.


    Royce’s smile vanished, his expression darkening immediately. He spun around and seized Elena’s arm. His look was menacing, his voice threatening. “You’re not showing me any respect, are you? Do you realize who I am? I could ruin your career in this industry with just a single word.”


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