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    Sliding a ss of red wine across the table, Percy shed a grin. “You can say no to a woman, but turning down fine wine? That would be a crime.”


    Without waiting for a response, he epted a folder his assistant handed over and pushed it toward Ethan. “My current inventory is all in here. Whatever you need, I can source it. In Eshowana, there’s nothing I can’t get done.”


    Ethan took the document without a word, his expression unreadable as he reviewed it. It was indeed a very tempting deal.


    Leaning back with a smug tilt of his head, Percy continued, “This deal is a win-win for us.”


    With a slow nod, Ethan finally spoke. “We’ll still need to discuss the pricing.”


    Immediately, Percy’s easygoing tone shifted. A slight frown creased his forehead. “This is already the lowest price. Honestly, if my previous business partner hadn’t suddenly died, I wouldn’t even be looking to partner with you. The price is non-negotiable.”


    Inside a stylish, softly lit coffee shop, Isabe carefully ced her phone on the table and nudged it toward the woman across from her. A self-satisfied smirk tugged at her lips as her gaze lingered on the photo on the screen.


    Seated beside her, Tina leaned over for a look, and her expression immediately soured. Disyed on the phone was a photo of Ethan with two provocatively dressed women clinging to him in a dimly lit lounge.


    “This edited photo is way too much,” she muttered, her lips tightening. “I don’t want my future husband dragged through the mud like this.”


    Unbothered by Tina’s disapproval, Isabe simply shrugged. “It’s the only way topletely tank Ethan’s image. Once that happens, Brenna will leave him. Otherwise, they won’t break up. Do you still want to marry Ethan or not?”


    The question made Tina falter. Her brows knitted together, concern shadowing her eyes. “Of course, I still want to marry him,” she said, “But not through something this low. Smearing his name just feels wrong.”


    A short, derisiveugh slipped from Isabe’s lips. “Feeling protective of him already? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Tina. For all you know, Ethan won’t even look your way now. You think he’ll care whether you want to protect his image or not?”


    Heat surged in Tina’s eyes as she shot a re at Isabe. “Spare me your sarcasm. Maybe you should spend more time focusing on Denis. How many women has he been with now? You really think you’re the one he’ll settle down with?”


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    Isabe was well aware of Denis’ numerous affairs. She knew he had bought houses and cars for other women, but she didn’t care. Among all of Denis’ women, Isabe considered herself the most useful to him. She believed she had a real chance of bing his wife someday. When that day came, she nned to deal with the other women one by one.


    When Tina struck a nerve, Isabe didn’t hesitate tosh back. “Maybe you should fix your own situation before digging into mine. If Denis keeps mistresses, that’s his decision, and it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. But your Ethan? He won’t even look at you. Let that sink in.”


    Rosie, sitting nearby, ignored their bickering. She picked up the phone on the table and studied the edited photos.


    Delight flickered in her eyes as she flicked through the photos, each one more damning than thest. One swipe after another revealed images of provocatively dressed women draped over Ethan, followed by a particrly incriminating shot—his arm wrapped around one of them.


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