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Chapter 73

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The room had gone unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that did not feel peaceful but expectant, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Conversations that had been buzzing moments ago died mid-sentence. Cutlery lay forgotten against porcelain plates. Even the soft background music seemed suddenly too loud, too inappropriate for what was unfolding.

Leon stood at the center of it all, hands relaxed at his sides, shoulders straight but not rigid. His posture was unhurried, almost casual, as though he had not just dismantled the evening’s carefully curated illusion. He did not look angry. He did not look pleased. If anything, he looked bored—as though the entire spectacle had merely confirmed something he had already known and quietly prepared for.

Wayne misread that calm completely.

He let out a light chuckle, the sound too sharp in the silence, and lifted his glass as if to toast away the tension. “Leon, if this is about hurt pride, we can discuss it privately,” he said

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