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    That was the reality of human emotions: even the deepest love could wither over time. He wasn’t about to risk his sons—or the future of the McCoy Group—on something so fragile.


    He turned sharply to his secretary. “Get Alexander in here. Now!”


    With quietposure, Alexander positioned himself in front of Hamilton. “Did you want to see me?”


    Contempt shaped every line of Hamilton’s face. Though he nned to use Alexander, he still regarded him as beneath him.


    “You need to win Dani over quickly. Two months is all you’ve got. Fail, and I’ll hand the task to someone more capable.” Hamilton flicked a business card onto the table. “Everything you need is already in ce. Now it’s up to you to prove yourself.”


    Alexander studied the card, its freshly pressed gold lettering gleaming. The title named him general manager of a branch of the McCoy Group.


    Hamilton continued, “This is apany we just acquired. It had reached a preliminary agreement to coborate with Dani’spany. You’re heading there today in your new role to seal the deal. As for tonight, there’s an auction. From what I’ve learned, she’ll attend. You want a woman to notice you? Make sure she can’t ignore you, no matter where she turns. Surely I don’t have to spell that out for you?”


    Excitement lit up Alexander’s face. “There’s no need to exin, sir. You’re brilliant—you’ve already taken care of everything so fast. Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to win Dani over and take her away from Oliscoll.”


    With a simple nod and a dismissive wave, Hamilton ended the meeting.


    Grinning with satisfaction, Alexander exited the office. He nced at the business card in his palm and felt a surge of joy so strong he nearly leapt.


    During his time in Olisvine, he had exhausted every avenue to form a partnership with Dani’spany, all in the hopes of getting closer to her. Yet every effort had ended in failure. The sudden shift in fortune caught himpletely off guard. Hamilton had already cleared a path for him to walk.


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    Wearing a bold smirk, Alexander marched out of the McCoy Group headquarters, his mind set on victory.


    Watching Alexander disappear down the hallway, Niks simmered with resentment. Boiling over, he barged into Hamilton’s study, seething.


    “Why him? Why do you keep choosing him?” Frustration poured from Niks as he raised his voice, breath ragged. “Why can’t you ever trust me? You hand everything…


    “Why him? Why do you keep choosing him? You hand everything to Alexander, but you never let me prove myself. What exactly do I mean to you? Why is it always like this?”


    A cold scowl took over Hamilton’s face, his fury barely contained. Seeing the rising tension, the secretary rushed forward. “Mr. McCoy, please—”


    But Niks stood firm, rooted to the spot. He red at Hamilton. “You’ve never trusted me. To you, we’re just chess pieces meant to follow orders without question. Your obsession with control blinds you. You use us like tools to serve your ns. But we are people with our own voices! Why do you shut us out? Why?”


    In that moment, every buried emotion Niks had swallowed came crashing to the surface. It baffled him how far Hamilton had gone—buying out an entirepany just so Alexander could chase after Dani. And still, Hamilton wouldn’t give him even the smallest chance.


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