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    He then lifted his gaze to Lucas, his eyes brimming with desperation. “Lucas, I see my mistake now. Can you give me another chance?”


    Lucas let out a scoff as he looked at Ryan with disdain. “What? If I say no, you’ll stay on your knees forever?”


    Ryan’s face tightened, and he didn’t say anything.


    Lucas’s expression was cial, his voice cutting. “I meant what I said, Ryan. From here on out, we’re no longer friends. You and I have nothing to do with each other.”


    Without waiting for a reply, he sped Belinda’s hand and strode past Ryan with her.


    “Lucas! Lucas, I’m begging you!” Ryan’s voice cracked with panic as he called after him.


    But Lucas didn’t even nce back.


    In moments, the private room held only Ryan and Vincent.


    “Come on, Ryan, stand up,” Vincent urged.


    After a long pause, Ryan dragged himself off the floor, his shoulders slumped in defeat, and sank into a nearby chair.


    Just then, a sudden thought struck him, and he looked up at Vincent. “Vincent, can you help me out? Talk to Lucas for me? Ask him not to be so cruel to me.”


    “I can’t help you with this matter, and I won’t,” Vincent replied, his tone t and unyielding.


    Ryan’s face froze.


    Vincent’s brow furrowed slightly. “You knew how much Belinda means to Lucas, yet you still allowed Verena to hurt her. Did you honestly think Lucas would let that slide?”


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    Ryan scrambled to exin, “I—I didn’t know Verena’s n at first! I only found out afterwards—”


    Vincent cut him off sharply, saying, “Be real, Ryan. Did you truly not know beforehand?”


    His gaze bore into Ryan, heavy and unflinching, his expression stern.


    Ryan’s throat tightened, and he was unable to utter a single word.


    Vincent continued, “When you chose to side with Verena, you should’ve seen the fallout with Lucasing.”


    He paused for a moment, then added, “Take my advice, Ryan—face the reality. Stop trying to fix this. Lucas has drawn his line, and no amount of pleading will change his mind. You already crossed a boundary. If you keep pushing and testing Lucas’s limits, you won’t just be facing losing a friend or a business partner. You will face something far worse.”


    Vincent then rose, smoothing his jacket, and gave Ryan one final look. “I’ve said my piece. Whether you listen to me or not is up to you.”


    With that, he walked out, leaving Ryan alone in the room.


    Ryan shut his eyes, his face twisting with anguish, his heart a storm of fury, remorse, and bitterness.


    That night, Lucas went to the Grand ins General Hospital to pick up Belinda, and then they headed to the rk family estate. Harold had invited them for a family dinner.


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