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    Her tone remained measured, void of bitterness, yet firm. “He has his own ambitions. Even if I weren’t in the picture, he’d still be chasing his goals. He’s not fighting for me—he’s fighting for himself. And that’s exactly how it should be. We both understand this, and it’s important to keep that distinction clear.”


    The driver fell silent for a moment, digesting her words. He had to admit, she had a point. Would Dunn stop striving if he weren’t in a rtionship?


    Everyone had their own road to walk, their own mountains to climb. Love, when stripped of illusions, was not a burden to carry but a force to steady the journey. It wasn’t about losing oneself in another but about standing beside them, unwavering.


    Aurora and Dunn both knew this. That was why their rtionship wasn’t built on fleeting romance—it was built tost.


    “Apologies, I overstepped.” Making a U-turn, the driver drove toward Rnd.


    Aurora, meanwhile, braced herself for whatever came next.


    At the police station, she presented her argument with unshakable logic, pointing out that Rnd had been insulted with money first. Compensation for medical expenses was fair, but an apology was equally warranted.


    Nasir, of course, refused to concede, blustering about filing awsuit. That was until the driver discreetly revealed Aurora’s background. The moment Nasir heard that she was Adrian’s daughter, his bravado crumbled. He gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride.


    Aurora told Rnd, “Don’t be reckless next time. If his injuries had been more serious, you’d be looking at jail time.”


    Rnd nodded. “Understood.”


    With that, they parted ways—one returning to the factory, the other heading back to the university.


    As Aurora walked away, the driver picked up his phone and dialed Dunn. “Mr. Finch, it’s been handled. Miss Watson took care of everything.”


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    “Okay.”


    “But you changed your flight for her. Do you want me to tell her?”


    From thefort of the VIP lounge, Dunn leaned back in his seat. “No.”


    The driver mulled over his next words before speaking. “Miss Watson isn’t quite what I expected.”


    “Yes. She’s more capable than we gave her credit for. I underestimated her. We both need to reflect on that.”


    The driver nodded to himself. “Understood.”


    Nasir stormed out of the police station, his blood boiling, his pride in tatters. Two stitches on his head. A forced apology to some upstart kid. The taste of humiliation was bitter, acrid—impossible to swallow.


    As he reached for his car door, a woman hurried after him. “Nasir! Where are you going? Don’t forget—you have dinner with the officials tonight. You fought too…”


    His fingers clenched around the car handle. “Do you really want to throw that away after everything you’ve worked for?” With a sharp exhale, Nasir mmed the door shut.


    By the time the night’s schmoozing and forcedughter had ended, Nasir was thoroughly intoxicated.


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