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The room burst into renewedughter, while Niks seethed with rage.
The photographers swarmed like vultures, their shutters clicking in a relentless stato of chaos. The results had twisted the McCoy family’s years of hard work into a cruel joke, reducing their prized machine to aughingstock.
Niks’ hands curled into tight fists as he slowly lifted his gaze to the second floor. Just seconds ago, Hamilton had been there; now, he’d vanished like smoke in the wind.
The weight of his mistake hit Niks like a punch to the gut—he’d truly messed up.
Dani folded her arms. “Niks, as a McCoy, why don’t you tell us if the results are urate or not?”
Niks’ jaw clenched as he dropped his voice. “Dani, don’t overstep your bounds!”
Dani raised a brow. “And who crossed the line first? You tried to humiliate me on live cameras. What was that, goodwill?”
Niks’ jaw locked, his face hardening like stone. Dani’s stare turned frosty, her tone sharp as steel. “Apologize.”
Niks stood frozen, words choking in his throat.
Dani pressed on. “Weren’t you the one demanding I apologize just a minute ago? But now that it’s your mistake on disy, suddenly apologizing is beneath you? Is that how you operate—loud when using, silent when it’s time to own up?”
Niks shut his eyes tight, rage simmering beneath the surface—if he could, he’d erase Dani from existence.
But Dani, holding the damning results like a trophy, turned to the Hamilton brothers with a sly smile. “Well? What’s your verdict? Are these results urate or not?”
The Hamilton brothers traded uneasy nces, teeth sinking into lips that had just moments ago been spouting arrogance. Now, not a word. To call the results urate would mean epting the unthinkable—that dog was their brother. If they denied the results, it meant confessing their groundbreaking invention was nothing more than a spectacr failure.
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No matter which path they chose, both led straight into a trap with no way out.
The photographers swarmed like vultures, their shutters clicking in a relentless stato of chaos. The results had twisted the McCoy family’s years of hard work into a cruel joke, reducing their prized machine to aughingstock.
Niks’ hands curled into tight fists as he slowly lifted his gaze to the second floor. Just seconds ago, Hamilton had been there; now, he’d vanished like smoke in the wind.
The weight of his mistake hit Niks like a punch to the gut—he’d truly messed up.
Dani folded her arms. “Niks, as a McCoy, why don’t you tell us if the results are urate or not?”
Niks’ jaw clenched as he dropped his voice. “Dani, don’t overstep your bounds!”
Dani raised a brow. “And who crossed the line first? You tried to humiliate me on live cameras. What was that, goodwill?”
Niks’ jaw locked, his face hardening like stone. Dani’s stare turned frosty, her tone sharp as steel. “Apologize.”
Niks stood frozen, words choking in his throat.
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