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Edward finally couldn’t take it anymore, the color draining slightly from his face.
He forced a smile at the bankers, who were listening intently, and walked toward the restroom on unsteady feet.
He could even feel Roderick’s calm, unwavering gaze on his back, like cold needles pricking his skin.
Stumbling into the spacious and ornate restroom, Edward
slammed his hands on the cold marble counter, gasping for
breath.
He looked at the man in the mirror–pale, with a trace of shock,
anger, and panic in his eyes–and could hardly recognize him as
the man who had always been so successful.
Why?
Why did things spiral out of control whenever he encountered
Roderick?
That feeling of being in his element, of having everything under
control, had vanished without a trace.
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Was it a coincidence?
Or did Roderick really have some strange method he didn’t
know about?
Something that could specifically counter him?
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water hard on his
face, trying to calm himself down.
The water droplets slid down his well–defined cheeks, bone-
chillingly cold, but they couldn’t extinguish the frustrated anger
and faint unease in his heart.
He had to think clearly, he had to…
Just then, the restroom door was pushed open silently.
In the mirror, another person’s figure appeared.
Roderick walked in slowly, his expression still stern, his steps
steady and devoid of any worldly air.
He walked to the adjacent sink, not looking at Edward, and just
methodically turned on the faucet and began washing his
hands, as if it were a perfectly ordinary act.
In the cramped space, the only sounds were the rushing water
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and Edward’s still ragged, heavy breathing.
This extreme calm, in contrast to Edward’s outburst, created an
immense, suffocating pressure.
Edward snapped his head up, staring daggers‘ at Roderick
through the mirror.
His voice was a bit hoarse from suppressing his emotions:
“Roderick… what the hell do you want?”
Roderick turned off the faucet, pulled out a paper towel, and
carefully wiped every drop of water from his hands, his
movements elegant and slow.
He finally turned his head, his calm gaze falling on Edward’s
pale and hostile face.
“What do you think, Mr. Carroll?”
His voice was completely flat, but it pierced like an icicle. “I just
came to wash my hands.”
This dismissive attitude completely infuriated Edward.
He spun around, his chest heaving violently. “Don’t play dumb.
You’ve been targeting me ever since you showed up!
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What kind of tricks did you use?!
!”
Roderick tossed the used paper towel precisely into the trash
can, only then turning to face Edward directly.*
His eyes were deep, as if hiding an endless, cold abyss,
impossible to read, yet instinctively terrifying.
“Tricks?”
Roderick raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone laced with a faint,
almost cruel mockery.
“Haven’t you always relied on so–called luck and intuition, Mr.
Carroll?”
He took a step forward. Though they were of similar height, his
powerful, cold aura made Edward feel an oppressive sense of
being looked down upon.
“I just make it a habit to do my research thoroughly and prepare
adequately before I do anything.”
Roderick’s voice lowered slightly, but it became even clearer
and colder, each word landing like a hammer blow on Edward’s
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heart.
“For instance, knowing the preferences of every decision-
maker, or thoroughly assessing the potential risks of every
business partner, or for example…”
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if it could slice through all
of Edward’s pretenses.
“…making sure the people close to me aren’t subjected to any
unwanted disturbances or harm.”
That last sentence was pointed and bone–chillingly cold.
Edward’s heart clenched, as if stunned by the force of
Roderick’s presence.
But he didn’t understand what Roderick meant. Before he could
sort out his thoughts, Roderick had already leaned in slightly,
speaking word by word in a voice only the two of them could
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