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    Tiffany made a firm decision not to see herself as lesser anymore. She affirmed her belief in her own worth, equal to anyone else’s.


    Harlee didn’t head straight home after her day out. She made a detour to a beverage store near Baythorn University, where she picked up a strawberry-vored drink.


    As Harlee exited the shop, she took a satisfying gulp, savoring the taste. Suddenly, she paused, her eyes narrowing with a deeper intensity.


    She casually sipped her drink, allowing a sly smile to creep across her face. With an air of nonchnce, she made her way toward the alley leading to Baythorn University.


    Not far from her, four men with suspicious expressions were keeping a close watch on Harlee. One wore a hat and mask, another’s face was obscured by his long hair. The third had a scarred face that concealed his features, while the fourth waspletely bald. Their attire was uniformly ck.


    The man with the scarred face, Trenton Archer, kept his eyes fixed on Harlee and whispered to the others, “We’ve been trailing her for a while. Now’s our chance to make a move. Follow my lead. We need to capture her alive, as instructed by our employer. If we seed, we’ll each earn an extra million dors.”


    The man with long hair pped his hands together in anticipation. They’d already received five million dors. With an additional million as a bonus, he would be able to recover.


    “Trenton, we’ve really struck gold this time!” He chuckled greedily but with a hint of caution.


    “But do you think she’s really worth all this money just because she’s connected to Tiffany, the famous actress? Could there be any problems?”


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    The bald man smacked him on the head.


    “What do you know? Haven’t you noticed how stunning that woman is? She’s probably worth more than what we’re being paid!”


    The man in the mask and hat grinned suggestively.


    “Then, if we were to… wouldn’t we stand to profit even more?”


    Trenton, the leader of the four, pped him sharply.


    “If we don’t stick to what the employer has ordered, we’ll end up cklisted. Keep your eyes open. By doing this right, we secure good money.”


    The man with the long hair, revealing small, eager eyes, nodded in agreement.


    “Exactly. Trenton’s right. Let’s stick to his n.”


    The masked man nodded reluctantly, though resentment lingered in his gaze.


    Only Trenton had ess to firearms, or else the masked man might have already taken matters into his own hands. He harbored greater ambitions.


    Trenton was well aware of what the man in the mask was plotting, but among the four, his skills in marksmanship andbat were unmatched. Without his expertise, their mission would likely fail.


    To the four, Harlee seemed nothing more than a harmless, attractive woman, yet they opted for caution.


    “Everyone, be quiet!” Trentonmanded in a grave tone.


    “Move out. Stick to my n. We’ll follow her initially, and once the alley is clear, we’ll incapacitate her and whisk her away. Our team is positioned close by. There’s no need for a sack. We can directly shove her into the car.”


    The man with long hair interjected, “Afterward, we’ll leave her at the deserted factory on the outskirts, collect our payment, and then escape abroad to avoid any trouble.”


    Havingid out their strategy, the four picked up their pace and trailed behind Harlee.


    Three minutester, Trenton exchanged a nce with the bald man, and they surged forward to seize Harlee by the arm.


    Suddenly, Harlee vanished into thin air right before their eyes.


    The man in the mask, terrified of supernatural urrences, stepped back abruptly.


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