Three days laterSean Miller sipped his expensive whiskey with a sickening smile. Amidst the roar of the ballroom at The Pierre, he felt like a god. His arm was draped around Patricia’s waist, his hand occasionally stroking her stomach in a gesture deliberately flaunted toward the reporters' cameras.They paid no mind to the flashes of light or the judgmental whispers from gala guests branding Patricia a traitor. Patricia herself beamed with pride; she had finally secured the man she wanted."You look remarkably happy, Sean," Robert, a business colleague, chuckled. "So, where is Niana? I mean, I don't mean to pry, but I heard she didn't leave with a single cent?"Sean let out a discordant laugh, his eyes glinting coldly. "Niana? She was just a parasite who finally realized her place. She has no business talent, no connections, and frankly... she lacks the class to even stand in this room. I gave her enough money to survive in some dingy flat. That’s more than enough for a woman like h
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