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Ian picked up the fruit knife from the table and tossed it over. The man caught it in one smooth move, his face suddenly turning serious.

“Alright, alright, I screwed up,” he said, raising his hands. “I dug up everything you asked for last night. The Crimson Gallery is swimming in cash–ten factions, rivals and allies all at once, none willing to back down. But you just shattered their delicate balance and forced them to surrender every resource they had. Give it a year, and you’ll have enough wealth to rival countries. By then, you’ll be more than ready to take on Charles.”

The way money moves through the Crimson Gallery is downright terrifying. No wonder it’s the prize every powerful family is desperate to get their hands on.

Ian’s gaze drifted to the medicinal wine sitting nearby. The man’s voice broke the silence. “So, what’s your plan once this is all over?”

“What do you mean?” Ian asked, his tone casual.

“Yolanda, come on, don’t kid yourself. I thought romance wasn’t your thing? What, one kiss and suddenly you’re catching feelings?”

Ian’s eyes flicked to the man, then away again. “I’m telling you, leave her alone.”

The guy seemed genuinely surprised, zoned out for a few seconds before a crooked smile crept onto his face.

“Just wait till she sees the real you–let’s see if she still wants to play sugar mama then.”

He got up and brushed nonexistent dust off his pants. “Still, she doesn’t hesitate to spoil you.”

“If you’re so envious, why not go find yourself a sugar mama?” Ian retorted.

“Man, you’ve changed,” the guy teased, shooting Ian a knowing look.

That line dropped, and the vibe in the room instantly got awkward.

He glanced around, raising an eyebrow. “Yolanda’s got the whole package–face, body, the works. Honestly, anyone would fall for her. So, did you guys hook up yet?”

Ian took the bottle of medicinal wine from the table, ignoring him as he calmly dabbed it onto his skin.

“What, still haven’t gone all the way? Wait, are you actually still a virgin?” the guy goaded.

Ian didn’t acknowledge him.

“What is it, Ian? You scared?” the guy teased.

“Are you done yet? If you’re really that bored, why don’t you go overseas and stay there for a while? Just get out of my hair,” Ian retorted.

The guy threw up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m just kidding. I know you’re totally

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right now.

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the bottle of medicinal wine, silent for a moment before adding, “Don’t

at her.”

really okay with that? For someone as possessive as you, doesn’t it bother you that she’s already. hooked up with Charles?” the

the other woman. A little competition doesn’t scare me. And honestly, why should she be losing out just because she slept with some guy?

opened his mouth,

room, searching for a retort,

Who even thinks

looking at things–twisted, but

coffee table, his tone turning icy.

simp for Yolanda,

Gallery, make sure you wear a mask. Trust me–keeping your identity hidden is key. Those ten guys are loyal for now, but you never know who might

replied, his voice calm

*****

Yolanda walked into Starlight’s office and saw the renovation was still

the workers way more than the going

good. At this rate, they’d probably have everything

was pretty pleased with the progress. Just as she turned

like a mess–his clothes were all wrinkled, and he’d lost that smug, superior attitude from

you?” he asked, his voice low

spent the whole night camped out downstairs at Sinclair Group,

all he got was

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could figure it out–Yolanda had some serious

couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Who

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“Didn’t you already take

crushing defeat–and worst of all,

gonna fucking kill you! Do you even know how much I’ve bled

he charged at her, knife flashing

by a strong force, and in the next instant, someone

mouthful

to her senses and

glanced at the guy who’d just protected her—the assistant she’d randomly picked yesterday, Walter Hudson, rocking that goofy

she said, her

who was still sprawled out on the floor. “All that talk about loyalty to Starlight, but your books are filthy, Leon. I was ready to let you walk with your compensation if you kept quiet and stayed gone. But you just had to come for me. Fine, have it your

mocking laugh. “I don’t believe

most of the evidence had already been destroyed. ‘Yolanda’s nothing. There’s no

an eyebrow

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