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Allvar’s poised demeanor didn’t falter as Derek loomed closer, his face a mask of rage. The room had gone noticeably quieter, the tension between the trio drawing curious glances from nearby guests. Allvar didn’t care. He thrived in moments like these, where his composure became his sharpest weapon.

“Enemies, huh?” Derek sneered, his fists clenching at his sides. “Big words for someone who barely got an invite. You think just because you’ve got a fancy suit and a champagne glass, you’re on our level?”

Allvar’s gaze flicked to Derek’s fists, then back to his face, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “An invite?” He swirled his champagne, the liquid catching the light. “You seem confused, Derek. I don’t need an invitation to step into a room that was practically built for me.”

Victoria barked a laugh, her voice dripping with disdain. “Built for you? Oh, please. You’ve got delusions of grandeur, Allvar. You’re nothing more than an overhyped outsider with a chip on your shoulder.”

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