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    “We still haven’t sorted out the Morgan family, and now Vince decides to show up.”

    Luckily, with the security system and double turnstiles in ce, neither he nor the Morgans could make it upstairs.

    A sharpugh escaped her lips as she muttered,

    “Now they regret everything? None of them cared about Maia before, and suddenly they want to make things right? Regret can’t undo what they did to her.”

    Picking up the phone, Pattie gave strict instructions to the front desk.

    “Listen carefully. No one from the Ward family or the Morgan family is to be allowed into MCN.”

    No sooner had she finished than the receptionist chimed in,

    “Of course, Ms. Miller. I understand. Just so you know, security just called to say the Morgan family is also downstairs now, right alongside Vince.”

    Pattie’s expression soured at the update. Was there any chance those people would finally back down? Now every single one of them crowded the building’s entrance, refusing to budge.

    Drawing in a long breath, Pattie spoke with icy calm.

    “Just let them stand there if they find it entertaining.”

    After ending the call, she wasted no time firing off a text to Maia: Honey, stay away from the office for now. Vince and the Morgans have made a habit of waiting out front every day. Don’t let yourself give in.

    Down at the MCN entrance, Vince stood tall and stiff, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he watched the doors.

    When he noticed the Morgan family approaching, he quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t seen them.

    Richard spotted Vince but decided to keep silent as well. Not a word passed between the four of them.

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    From her ce at the side, Sandra let out a weary sigh. If the past had yed out differently, Vince would have ended up marrying Maia, and their lives might have turned out much happier.

    Nothing should have unfolded like this.

    What a waste.

    Meanwhile, Jarrod fixed a heated re on Vince, his patience finally wearing thin.

    “Why are you even here? Maia has a husband now. You should leave her alone.”

    Jarrod’s cutting words pierced Vince’s heart, making his brows knit tightly.

    He nearly snapped back with a sharp Mind your own business, but after a second thought, he forced the urge down.

    His hands curled into fists at his sides as he struggled to keep his temper in check.

    Whether Maia had a husband or not didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that he had the means to win her back — even if it meant tearing her marriage apart.

    Jarrod eventually gave up trying to provoke him. With a scoff, he fell silent and looked away.

    None of them moved closer. They remained where they were, scattered near the first-floor entrance, unwilling to close the awkward distance.

    At some point, the air conditioning downstairs had shut off, and the ce began to feel stifling.

    Sweat gathered on their brows as the heat pressed in.

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