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    “Mr. Sanderson, would you consider joining ourpany’s self-produced variety show?”


    “The one that lost over a billion?” Clint asked, his voice still gentle.


    Tiffany was momentarily stunned by his words and then let out augh, her voice dropping to a tone only they could hear.


    “It’s much more than just a few billion.”


    Devonte’s financial troubles went far beyond the billion-dor mark. If the damage had been limited to that amount, he wouldn’t have needed to scramble in bed with…


    Breeznd’s conglomerates, engaging in the murky underworld of the entertainment industry.


    Tiffany’s words failed to make even the slightest ripple in Clint’s expression. He had already picked up a thing or two about Devonte from Brenton.


    But when Devonte cheerfully imed that it was just media hype and eagerly invited him to join the show, Clint turned Devonte down without a second thought.


    Devonte quickly told Clint not to rush and that the whole project could be adjusted to fit Clint’s schedule. Furthermore, Devonte promised not to pursue Tiffany for breach of contract and said he was willing to meet her demands.


    After hearing Devonte’s words, Clint showed no reaction. He seemed satisfied yetpletely indifferent at the same time.


    Tiffany was coaxing Felix to sleep while Devonte continued talking to Clint through the line. Frustrated, she grabbed the phone and ended the call abruptly. She then said to Clint, “I have evidence of Devonte’s involvement in illegal activities within the entertainment industry. I’ll handle the contract termination myself.”


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    After her deration, she offered an exnation with a soft apologetic tone.


    “I let you answer the call to make Devonte mistakenly think we’re involved, making my n easier. Sorry for using you. If you…”


    “Mistakenly think we’re involved? We are involved!” Clint interjected seriously.


    Tiffany met his gaze and found herself at a loss for words. Despite her efforts to distance herself from him, he was still there for her, waiting for her to give him a shot. Did she, with all her ws, truly deserve an outstanding man like him?


    Tiffany fell into deep thought, and her resolve swayed slightly. Maybe, just maybe, being with Clint could mean genuine happiness.


    On the fourth day back in Baythorn, at the Sanderson family vi, Harlee, fresh from a nap with Felix, picked up her phone and called Aldrich.


    Harlee barely got a greeting out when Aldrich’s whining filled her ear.


    “Harlee, you finally called. I thought you’d forgotten about me. I’ve been at the beach, trying to figure out what I had erred on to deserve the neglect. Listen, isn’t the sea breeze howling really loud? I miss you so much. Wait, I think I’m catching a cold.”


    As he spoke, he sniffled, his voice carrying the weight of practiced drama.


    Aldrich silently gave himself a thumbs-up. The hours spent binge-watching TV dramas were paying off as his acting skills had noticeably improved.


    On the second-floor balcony, Harlee pulled the phone away and peeked inside the room to check on Felix. Seeing Felix still asleep, she brought the phone back to her ear. With raised eyebrows and a half-smile, her expression unreadable, she spoke deliberately.


    “I will only allow you three minutes for your theatrics.”


    Aldrich stiffened, his voice turning serious.


    “Well, is there a new mission for me?”


    Harlee stood impassively and responded dryly, “Why else would I call?” Instantly, Aldrich’s voice perked up with excitement.


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