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    Robbie concurred, “Cillian’s right. Errol is not to be trusted. If he discovers your machinations, he might retaliate covertly, potentially leveraging that enigmatic group. That would be disastrous for us.”


    At Robbie’s words, Cillian’s expression darkened further.


    “Harlee, what are your ns next?” His voice carried a hint of urgency.


    Harlee lifted her eyelids, her gaze narrowing and her brow furrowing as she responded in a crisp, cool tone, “No need for that yet. First, let’s find out who Davenport has been meeting with and what he’s been up to recently. We should also n a visit to Errol.”


    “I’ll handle it. I’llpile aprehensive list of Davenport’s recent activities!”


    Robbie volunteered enthusiastically.


    “Okay,” Harlee replied nonchntly.


    The foremost issue was N, yet Harlee had not devised a strategy to confront her, nor had she deciphered N’s motives.


    Cillian noticed her hesitation and suggested, “Harlee, should we look into N?”


    Harlee’s expression grew stern, her tone detached.


    “No, I’ll manage that myself.”


    At her words, Robbie and Cillian exchanged nces, both understanding that with Harlee taking personal charge this time, N’s arrogance would be checked. A storm seemed imminent within the Happer family.


    The following morning, Harlee awoke to find Rhys beside her, gazing at her tenderly.


    As she stirred, he reached out and embraced her warmly.


    “Why are you here so early?” Her voice was soft, tinged with the grogginess of just waking.


    “I missed you,” he murmured, kissing her forehead gently. He propped himself up, allowing her head to restfortably against his chest.


    After their conversation the previous day, Rhys had instructed Patrick to book the earliest flight possible. If not for a crucial meeting at the Green Group, he would have flown out immediately after hanging up.


    Harlee yfully tapped Rhys’ chest.


    “It’s only been a day. You’ve be quite the liar.”


    Despite her words, the joy in her eyes was unmistakable.


    With a slight shift, Rhys leaned in, the tension between them building, enveloping the room in an electric atmosphere.


    Just then, Harlee caught Rhys’ wandering hands, her voice seductive.


    “Stop it. I have important matters to attend toter.”


    “Don’t move,” Rhys whispered, his breath warming her shoulder as he nuzzled against her.


    He lifted his face to hers, his kisses deepening, his movements bing more insistent as he navigated the space between them, his hand venturing further.


    At one o’clock in the afternoon, Harlee and Thiago strolled down a bustling main street in Uwhor, their presence painting a striking tableau that drew the attention of passersby.


    A woman sporting a braided bun gently nudged her boyfriend and said, “Hey, look! That woman must be a celebrity from Mogluylia. She’s absolutely stunning! If I were even half as gorgeous, I’d be over the moon. Oh, the two of them look so good together. Do you think they’re dating secretly while abroad? Imagine the likes I’d get if I posted their photo online!”


    Nearby, a morous woman with a curvaceous figure eyed the man walking beside Harlee, her brow knitting together in disapproval, her expression sour. With a disdainful snort, she muttered, “A couple? She’s clearly not his match!” Hearing her, the surrounding crowd discreetly stepped back.


    This was Celine Cavendish, a Mogluylian adopted by the prestigious Cavendish family of Uwhor at a young age. Known for her haughty demeanor and formidable status, she was not one to be crossed lightly. With her striking features and high standing within the Cavendish family, whispers often suggested she was the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Mylo.


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