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Hugh, flattered by Ethan’s compliment, pussed up a bit. 

He sat up straight, clinked his glass with Ethan’s, and said in a low voice, “Nancy is a bit of a wild child, you know. Spoiled rotten by the family. If she ever gets on your nerves, Ethan, just tell me. I’ll give her a piece of my mind.” 

Nancy, hearing this, tugged at Hugh’s sleeve. “Oh, come on! I’m not that bad.” 

Hugh turned to her, gave her a little pat on the head, and said, “We grew up together. I know you inside out.‘ 

Nancy took the chance to duck behind Ethan. She grabbed his arm and shook it, whining like a little girl, “Ethan, look at him! He’s always picking on me.” 

Smiling, Ethan pulled Nancy behind him protectively. “Nancy’s a great girl. She’s never given me any grief.” 

Hugh chuckled and said, “Always looking out for her, aren’t you?” 

Andrew jumped in. “Hugh, I can back Ethan up on this. Nancy’s been as good as gold.” 

Then he turned to Shawn. “Right, Shawn?” 

Shawn forced a smile, stood up, and raised his glass. “Yeah, it’s 

true.” 

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well–behaved. 

She didn’t cause a fuss and was nice to Sophia, which earned her a bit of his respect. 

Meanwhile, Emily was doing her best to tune out the conversation, but sitting at the same table, it was a lost cause. 

Fed up, she just sipped her drink in silence. 

Alexander noticed her mood and pulled his chair closer. He draped his arm over the back of her chair, cocooning her in a protective embrace. 

All his attention was on her as he tried to make small talk, hoping to cheer her up. 

Michael also caught on to Emily’s gloom. Glancing at the group across the table, he thought they were phony and disgusting. 

Emily was Ethan’s wife, but they were acting like she was invisible. 

Michael was on the verge of standing up after dabbing his hands with a napkin when Kyrian beat him to it. 

Getting up, Kyrian fished out a business card from his pocket, plopped it on the turntable, and spun it towards Ethan. 

Everyone at the table noticed. 

Once the card reached Ethan, Kyrian stopped the turntable. With a serious look and a warm smile, he told Ethan, Mr. 17:03 

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industry. No strings attached. Just saying if you ever need a hand with a financial lawsuit, I’m your guy. That’s my bread and 

butter.” 

There was a hint in his voice, as if he was suggesting the Wilson Group might be in for some rough times. 

Michael felt an immediate sense of relief as Kyrian’s words drifted over, loosening the tight knot in his chest. Under the table, he discreetly gave Kyrian a thumbs–up and murmured, “Dude, you’re a real pro at hinting. You’re my hero.” 

On the other side of the table, the mood soured. Hugh and Andrew looked utterly rattled. 

Nancy frowned, but with Ethan and Alexander around, she held herself together. 

As for Shawn, other than a brief flicker of surprise, there was no other giveaway on his face. 

As for Ethan, he remained as composed as ever, his expression a 

blank slate. 

Yet, his eyes landed on Kyrian, and he just stared silently. 

In the meantime, Emily and Alexander looked up, their attention drawn across the table. 

It was crystal–clear what Kyrian meant: Ethan’s decision to partner with the Thompson Company was hasty, as the firm hadn’t yet established its long–term crec’ility. 

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down with a bang. 

Then he snapped at Kyrian, “What’s your problem, Mr. Walls? Are you jealous ‘cause others are doing better?” 

Unruffled by Andrew’s outburst, the calm–headed Kyrian was about to respond when Michael let out an even louder scoff. “Hey, Mr. Robinson, don’t be such a hothead. It’s all up in the air. Mess with Kyrian here, and if your company hits financial trouble, don’t come begging him for legal help.” 

Andrew let out a string of scornful laughs. “Are you crazy, Michael? I’d go bust and drop dead before I’d beg him for anything.” 

Michael leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and coolly shot back, “If I’m not wrong, Nancy had brain surgery not long ago. You were practically on your knees trying to find a good doctor. Already forgotten how pitiful you looked?” 

At his words, Andrew’s face turned ashen. “You… you…” 

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