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Six

Leo let out a dry, bitter laugh, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. “You know what, Marco? I’m nothing like you. You sit on your wealth, too weak to make a real move with it.”

Marco’s jaw tightened, and he looked away for a split second, clearly stung by the remark. Before he could respond, Leo’s voice cut through the silence, this time softer but far more dangerous. “And another thing… when I play around, at least it’s with my wife.”

Talia’s stomach lurched. Her hand trembled under the table, and she gripped Leo’s leg hard in a silent plea to stop. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. Leo barely flinched but covered it up with a thin, unconvincing smile.

“Your wife?” Marco’s eyebrow arched, the disbelief evident in his voice. “You got married behind everyone’s back? Seriously, Leo, you haven’t changed at all.” Marco’s eyes scanned Leo, suspicion flickering in his gaze. He made a move, subtly angling his head, trying to peer under the table.

Panic shot through Leo like a