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Cinderella's glass shoes
Author: Jericho Chase
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Barry wore a neutral expression as he responded to Zayn’s outburst.

“I thought we had a deal,” he said firmly. “You said if I paid the $5 million, I could slap you. Or are you going back on your word now?”

Zayn’s face flushed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

The sting of the slap still burned on his cheek, and the humiliation of being bested in front of everyone was almost too much to bear. But he knew he couldn’t back down—not in front of Snow, not in front of the boutique staff, and certainly not in front of Barry.

Taking a deep breath, Zayn forced himself to calm down.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll overlook it… for now. But don’t think this is over, Barry. You won the first round. Name the next challenge.”

Barry crossed his arms, a small, confident smile playing on his lips. “Alright,” he said casually. “Whoever can afford to buy Cinderella’s glass shoes wins the next round.”

The room fell silent once again.

Zayn’s eyes
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