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Clyde heard the declaration Blake had made as he stood while holding his champagne flute.

"You can’t do that to her," Damon teased.

Clyde rolled his eyes and sipped on his drink while glancing at Yvette, whose lips stretched and made a toss to Clyde.

"And your wife seems to like it," Damon mocked.

Clyde’s jaw clenched as his brows knitted. When Yvette found her eyes, she didn’t give any reaction at all.

"Imagine it, Clyde. There’s someone out there who could willingly broadcast that he’s in love with your wife, someone who would attend all of her projects and who would show up while you’re hiding as the real husband she only married in papers. In no time, Yvette would rather consider that man because he’s convenient and man enough to stand for her all the time," Damon teased while they were both glancing at the table to see what was happening while their food has been served.

"Don’t snap me just because you wanted me to explode and punch that fucker in the face to satisfy your anger.