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    Cedric gave a small nod.


    Dani asked, “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to inherit the McCoy fortune?”


    Cedric shook his head. “I don’t want to. I have family—my grandmother and you. I also have money. It’s not a fortune, but it’s enough to livefortably. I don’t want much. Just a simple, ordinary life. Whoever wants the McCoy fortune can have it. It doesn’t matter to me.”


    Dani was silent for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts.


    Cedric couldn’t bear to see Dani frown.


    He said, “As for Hamilton or the McCoy family, I have no attachment to them. They’ve never shown me any goodwill, so they mean nothing to me.”


    Cedric was very clear about his thoughts.


    In the future, he would build his own family. Whatever the McCoy family thought or did would no longer concern him.


    His family was Dani, and that was all that mattered.


    Wherever Dani went, that was home for him.


    Dani felt a wave of relief wash over her upon hearing Cedric’s words. “Alright! Then I’ll show Hamilton who’s really in charge here!”


    Cedric smiled and nodded. “Okay.”


    He understood that Dani tolerated the McCoy family’s behavior out of consideration for him. But that was no longer necessary.


    He didn’t care about any of it.


    Dani understood now, and from that moment on, she wouldn’t hold back.


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    Meanwhile, Hamilton, feeling smug, fantasized about gaining Cedric’s affection by pretending to care, hoping it would make Cedric acknowledge him as his father.


    People were always drawn to wealth.


    With money in hand, any misdeed could be easily forgiven.


    With a casual motion, he pointed to a bottle of herbal tonic in the storage room and arrogantly ordered his secretary, “Take that to Cedric tomorrow. Tell him it’s a special selection from me. And invite him and Dani to dinner at the vi tomorrow night. This time, it’s for real.”


    The secretary quickly asked, “Thest two times you invited them for dinner, it didn’t happen. Do you think they’lle this time?”


    Hamilton, confident as ever, replied, “Of course! Everyone likes money.” He held the McCoy family’s wealth in his hands.


    Just as Hamilton was basking in his own satisfaction, the marketing department called to inform him, “Mr. McCoy, the vacant building across from the McCoy Group headquarters has been sold!”


    Hamilton scoffed. “So what? Why all the fuss?”


    Leaning forward slightly, the secretary spoke in a lowered voice. “The buyer of that property—surname’s Harper.”


    Hamilton narrowed his eyes. “Are you talking about Dani Harper?”


    Still cautious, the secretary replied, “That’s likely, sir, but all we were told was the surname. No full name was provided.”


    That was all Hamilton needed to hear. A bitter chuckle escaped him.


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