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    “Just a little token for you,” Clive replied smoothly.


    “But it’s not my birthday,” Elyse pointed out, her brow furrowing in confusion.


    Clive paused for a moment, then exined, “You won thatpetition a while back, didn’t you? I was swamped at the time and never got the chance to celebrate properly. Think of this as my long-overdue congrattions.”


    “Oh, well, thank you!” Elyse said graciously, epting the gift with a shy smile.


    Peyton’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull as he gaped at the exchange. “Where’s mine?” he demanded, crossing his arms with mock indignation.


    “Yours?” Clive echoed, raising an eyebrow as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.<fna5d1> Get full chapters from find?novel</fna5d1>


    “Yeah, mine! I inherited the family hospital, you know! I’m the head honcho now. Doesn’t that warrant a little something?” Peyton asked, his tone brimming with hopeful expectation.


    Clive smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “You inherited a whole hospital. Isn’t that gift enough?”


    Peyton erupted in a dramatic huff. “Dude, are you serious? She gets a fancy present, and I have nothing? Come on, you’re loaded! I deserve a little love, too!”


    Clive shed him a tight-lipped smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Fine. But in your dreams.”


    Peyton was positively seething with rage.


    Clive, ever the master of feigned ignorance, acted as though he hadn’t a clue about the storm brewing beside him.


    At that very moment, Elyse lifted the lid of the gift box with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. Nestled inside was a delicate bottle of perfume, its crystal surface catching the light.


    She plucked it from the box, gave it a gentle spritz into the air, and inhaled deeply. “Wow, it smells divine! What brand is this little treasure?”


    Clive shed a charming grin, his tone warm as honey. “It’s a creation from mypany’s perfume line—still under wraps, not yet released to the market. If it tickles your fancy, I’ll fetch you another bottle.”


    Elyse’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. “That’s marvelous! Thank you! It truly smells heavenly.”


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    Peyton, hovering nearby, couldn’t help but let a green-eyed monster rear its head. “It does smell rather nice—I caught a whiff too. Since we’re friends, you would surely gift me a bottle as well, wouldn’t you?”


    Clive’s brows knitted together before he said with a cheeky grin, “Why on earth would you even need perfume?”


    He gave Peyton a hearty pat on the shoulder, his voice dripping with yful mockery. “Perfume is not your game, mate. Hit the gym more often—let your rugged, natural scent overpower that antiseptic hospital stink.”


    With that, Clive strode toward the room, leading the way with the confidence of a man who had just won a verbal sparring match.


    Elyse shot Peyton a mischievous wink, her tone teasing as she quipped, “I think Clive just threw some shade your way, hinting you’re not exactly oozing masculinity.”


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