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    N nodded, her face alight with gratitude.


    “Thank you, Celine. Your support gives me a lot more confidence.”


    Celine’s voice took on a theatrical tone.


    “Then it’s a deal! You handle that shameless woman for me, and I’ll ensure you secure the position of acting head of the Happer family. Together, we’ll be unstoppable!”


    N observed a proud smile ying at the corner of Celine’s mouth.


    N smirked. She had sessfully cultivated loyalty in Celine. Since her return to the Happer family ten years ago, her strategic friendship with Celine had helped her a lot, with Celine always stepping up to support her whenever the Happer family mistreated her, providing manpower and resources. Much of N’s leverage came directly from Celine.


    N nned to outwardly use her own resources to confront Harlee while she secretly employed the might of the Cavendish family. She was confident Harlee couldn’t withstand it.


    With cold, ruthless eyes and a triumphant smile, N was sure she could topple Harlee at a moment’s notice.


    After climbing into the car, Harlee sat in the backseat, unusually subdued as if under a spell. She sat upright, her gaze sharp and attentive, her elegant fingers lightly tugging at Rhys’ sleeve, yet she said nothing.


    Patrick, driving, couldn’t help but smirk at the sight in the rearview mirror. He shook his head sharply, focusing on regting the car’s speed, his grip on the steering wheel tight. He remained silent for a long moment. Unbelievable. He must be dreaming! Was this really Harlee, the one who acted as if the world should cater to her?


    Biting his lip, Patrick stole another nce at the pair in the backseat. He shook slightly, and his mouth twitched. If not for the need to stay alert while driving, he would have zoned outpletely, tuning out all noise.


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    Having witnessed Harlee’s feignedpliance, Patrick found her usual icy demeanor somehow more appealing.


    Rhys sped Harlee’s fidgeting hands, his voice calm as he asked, “So, what’s the n this time that made you stand me up?”


    It wasn’t the first time Harlee had adopted such a docile guise. Previously, when she had missed their anniversary date due to ast-minute issue, she had used this tactic to mollify Rhys. Back then, Rhys had taken it as a yful part of their celebration.


    Harlee nestled into Rhys’ embrace, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled with a hint of amusement. Her gaze intensified slightly, recognizing that this was the look Rhys gave just before he got angry. If she failed to smooth things over, he would hold onto her for endless rounds of sex until he finally calmed down.


    Thinking of this, Harlee wrapped her arms tightly around Rhys’ waist, her eyes narrowing into a sweet smile.


    “It’s really not my fault this time. Fleming needed me to go to Uwhor University. He’s worried about a senior he admires who’s gotten into some trouble, but he doesn’t know the details. I had to go myself, and I couldn’t let anyone know who I was.”


    With a shrug, Harlee added, “I swear, if Fleming didn’t ask for favors so rarely, I wouldn’t have agreed to help.”


    Universities were full ofplications, and Harlee wanted to focus solely on resolving her issues with N, not getting tangled in further troubles.


    “Patrick, head to Uwhor University,” Rhys said coolly.


    “Yes!” Patrick responded with a shiver, decelerating to update the destination in the navigation system.


    Harlee leaned toward Rhys, but before she could speak, his low, teasing voice reached her ear.


    “You know what I want tonight.”


    Instantly, Harlee stiffened, and the docile expression vanished from her face. She withdrew her hands and shifted toward the window. Sure enough, this man always desired intimacy.


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