CHAPTER 15
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"Do you need my help now, Valeria?"

Javier asked, his voice as calm as ever. The faintest glint of amusement flickered in his dark eyes as he watched Valeria fume in frustration.

Valeria clenched her jaw, crossing her arms as she glared at the mansion’s massive iron gates.

"I don't need your help, Javier. Don't make trouble."

The words were clipped, filled with irritation, but the way she bit her lower lip betrayed her uncertainty.

Valeria, as the president of the family group, wanted to get the support of Rowen's family, but couldn't even get in, realising that her idea was naive.

The guards had just refused her entry, stating that the patriarch of the Rowen family, Dalton Rowen, was only seeing Hudson today.

It was an obvious power play, one designed to humiliate her.

But Valeria was not one to back down—unfortunately, brute force was not an option, and she knew it.

Javier sighed, rubbing his temple as if dealing with a stubborn child.

"I might be able to help," he said simply, his
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