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Chapter 21 The Rivalry
As soon as Viviane walked away, Cyril didn't hesitate to push the woman off his lap. "Sir..." the woman whined, her voice laced with subtle hurt. "Get lost!" Cyril's voice was sharp and final, cold as ice, leaving no room for argument. It was all Jessica's stupid idea, this nonsense about "provoking" Viviane to make her want him more. The result? Viviane didn't even spare him a second glance. She probably didn't even know he was there. The thought only made Cyril's mood worse. With a muttered curse, he grabbed his coat and stormed toward the door. Bjorn, seeing him leave, quickly reached out to stop him. "Where are you going?" "Home," Cyril snapped, his tone firm and unyielding. Aukkin City's nightlife was electric, its neon lights flickering like a million stars in the dark, the
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