Although the backstage commotion had subsided, the air in the conference hall remained tense.
Jake’s eyes darted frequently toward the backstage area, his brow furrowed with an anxiety he couldn't hide. He was clearly unsettled by the recent disturbance but couldn't just go and investigate, leaving him to pace in place with a flicker of unease in his eyes.
Soon, his gaze fell on Danielle in the corner. As if finding an opening, he took a deep breath and walked toward her.
Gian noticed his approach and raised an eyebrow, maintaining his calm demeanor, though his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.
Watching Jake get closer, Danielle knew exactly what was coming. His seeking her out at this moment could only mean trouble.
“Danielle,” Jake said, stopping in front of her. He tried to affect the air of a gentle elder, but his tone held a subtle, probing quality. “How have you and Alex been getting along lately? Have you two… talked things over?”
Danielle lifted the glass of water from the table and took a delicate sip, her voice cool and distant. “My business with Mr. Davidson is none of your concern.”
She deliberately emphasized “Mr. Davidson,” drawing a clear line in the sand. Her days with the Davidson family were a thing of the past; she had no connection to them anymore.

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