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Tracy’s jaw tightened as she turned to Zaiden, her voice low and cutting. "So, you’re the one representing the Central Trade Authority?” Zaiden’s smirk only widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Yes, Ms. Tracy Just make the p*****t quickly, and we can end all of this," he said, glancing at the simmering crowd. She held his gaze, unflinching. "Fine. I’ll pay. But you better make that call and tell them to stop this nonsense immediately." Bryan’s voice cut through before Zaiden could respond. "She’s not paying you a dime." Zaiden’s expression darkened, his smirk vanishing. “Oh, she will. And you.. you must be Bryan, I have heard a lot about you,”—he jabbed a finger toward Bryan, eyes narrowing—“let me tell you, I am very good than you in fighting, so stop testing my patience.”