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Chapter 7

The conference

Lana's pov

As I settled into my seat, my fingers rhythmically tapping on the table with a sense of urgency, I observed the boardroom filled with intellectual men prepared to negotiate contracts with me. Rising from my chair, I placed my hands on the table to address those present. I scanned the room, searching for the familiar face of my ex-husband, who had expressed interest in collaborating with my company but was notably absent. I scoffed, adjusting my necklace and bracelets. "Mr. Jan, please have the staff bring in the coffee; I believe everyone would appreciate a refreshment before we commence our discussions," I suggested, smiling as they nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mrs. Lana, the arrangements have been made and are awaiting your approval," he replied graciously, prompting a smirk from me as I adjusted my bracelet. "Let her serve the coffee, Mr. Jan..." I trailed off as a group of latecomers entered.

"Donavon, what on earth is he wearing?" I muttered under my bre
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