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    Dani raised an eyebrow. Hamilton had been bringing up Cedric’s name a lottely.


    “He’s catching up on work,” she replied coolly.


    Hamilton’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is having dinner with me really less important than finishing up work? How can he not see where the real priority lies? Tell Cedric not to overwork himself. If he needs anything in the future, just reach out to my secretary, and they’ll handle it.”


    Raising a hand to stop him, Dani said, “Let’s be clear, we’re not surrendering. Tonight is just dinner. But once mypany opens, I doubt you’ll still be smiling.”


    Hamilton felt a flicker of annoyance, convinced that Dani was being hopelessly naive. But he didn’t argue. If the younger generation insisted on learning things the hard way, he would let them.


    “Fine. Let’s eat.” Despite his age, Hamilton had a strong appetite and began cutting into his steak.


    “You’re not eating?” he asked Dani.


    “I already ate,” Dani replied with a faint smile.


    Hamilton didn’t press her further, though something about her demeanor struck him as odd.


    After dinner, Dani invited the media to the bathhouse. But the moment they entered, chaos broke loose, and they rushed out with pale faces.


    Hamilton, catching on toote, turned to her. “Dani, what are you up to?”


    Dani just chuckled.


    Reporters who had entered the bathhouse came stumbling out in panic. Soon after, vomiting and diarrhea followed. One by one, they called for ambnces, ghostly pale and sweating profusely.


    At the emergency room, Dani feigned shock. “How could there be an issue with the food? This is a McCoy family business. Aren’t their steaks supposed to be the freshest around? Mr. McCoy…”


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    Dani turned her head to speak, but before she could finish, Hamilton’s expression twisted, and he bolted for the restroom, barely making it before he started vomiting.


    “What’s happening?”


    “How could the McCoy family’s restaurant fail to maintain basic hygiene, even for their own boss?”


    “Everyone, this is my fault. I had no idea. If I’d known the food was bad, I never would’ve invited you,” Dani said sincerely, pulling some cash from her pocket and discreetly slipping it into the reporters’ hands.


    That evening, Olscoll’s news was dominated by headlines about the McCoy family.


    “McCoy Group Restaurant Caught Serving Expired Steak!”


    “Late Night Chaos at the ER!”


    “Where’s Your Conscience, McCoy Family?”


    “Is This Steak Supposed to Be Taken Raw?”


    “Even Hamilton McCoy Falls Ill at Their Own Restaurant, A Clear Sign of Its Poor Standards.”


    By nightfall, over fifty steakhouse branches were closed for inspection. The bathhouse, too, was shut down pending investigation.


    Dani stood back, calmly watching the fallout.


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