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    Watching Harlee and Thiago disappear into the distance, a flicker of malice crossed Celine’s eyes. She pondered whether Thiago had rejected her because of Harlee. Was Harlee somehow more exceptional than her? Refusing to believe that anyone could spurn her, Celine pulled out her phone, quickly sent a message to N, and then hurried after the pair.


    Meanwhile, Harlee and Thiago entered the upscale restaurant on the sixth floor of the Outy Hotel, choosing a table near the window.


    Thiago, sitting across from Harlee, spoke in a resonant tone.


    “Harlee, I’ll take care of removing the newster.”


    Aware of the whispers and furtive photos from the crowd, Harlee and Thiago remained indifferent, as such urrences were not new to them.


    Harlee looked at him, her eyes serene, and responded, “Don’t bother. They couldn’t have gotten a clear shot. Focus on whates next.”


    “Okay,” Thiago nodded in agreement.


    Celine, who had hurried over, noticed Thiago’s warm gaze toward Harlee—a stark contrast to the indifference he had always shown her—and her irritation red.


    Standing with her arms crossed and her eyebrows furrowed in anger, Celine imagined drawing a pistol from her belt and silencing Harlee. She had pursued Thiago tirelessly, yet he had never looked at her kindly. She had assumed his aloof demeanor was unchangeable, yet here he was, tender with another woman.


    Celine’s eyes narrowed, her fury palpable.


    “Thiago Montgomery!” she called out sharply, her voiceced with unmistakable displeasure.


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    Harlee and Thiago turned simultaneously, their expressionsposed.


    “She’s a Mogluylian adopted by the Cavendish family,” Thiago informed Harlee before turning to face Celine with an impassive gaze as she approached.


    Celine’s breathing quickened, her emotions barely contained. After a moment, she managed a forced smile.


    “Thiago, when did you get back? You’ve been upied, haven’t you? Why didn’t you tell me about your return? I was thinking of throwing you a grand wee party!”


    Celine paused, feigning surprise at noticing Harlee. With a coy giggle, she said, “Oh, I didn’t even see there was a woman sitting across from you. Is she a friend of yours? Thiago, won’t you introduce us?”


    Harlee slowly lifted her head, her cool gaze shielded by longshes. She sat with crossed legs, embodying a mix of nonchnce and icy poise. She nced at Celine, then turned to Thiago with a half-smile. What a troublesome love interest.


    Celine, taken aback by Harlee’s striking appearance, clenched her hand under her bag so tightly that her fingertips dug into her palm, snapping her back to reality.


    Then, Celine quickly adopted an innocent demeanor, as if she and Thiago shared a close bond.


    “Thiago, if you don’t introduce me to your friend, I’m going to be upset!”


    Celine watched Harlee closely, not wanting to miss any clue in her expression. Harlee took a leisurely sip of her juice, her face expressionless.


    “Who is this person?”


    Celine’s demeanor shifted dramatically. Just as she was about to m her bag on the table, Thiago intervened.


    “Get lost! Are we even close?”


    Celine’s hand froze mid-air, and she stood there, stunned, her face reddening with anger, her eyes wide in disbelief.


    “Thiago, if you joke like this again, I’ll really get mad. You know very well how close we are. I don’t appreciate this kind of humor!” she protested.


    Thiago’s gaze hardened, and his voice grew icy.


    “You and I aren’t that close.”


    Celine’s face turned livid, her lips pressed tightly together, and her eyes zed with fury. It was difficult for her to hold back her anger at Thiago, especially since he was embarrassing her in front of another woman.


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