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    With a smirk, Harlee pulled out her phone, snapping photos of the gangsters, and effortlessly kicked away a guy who attempted to interfere.


    Ten minutester, Harlee exited the restaurant, her expression serene. Her icy gaze flickered with a steely resolve as she texted Fleming about the incident before waiting by the roadside.


    Behind her, the restaurant was a scene of chaos. The gangstersy in a heap, bruised and grimacing in pain. Sebastian was sprawled across the shattered remnants of tables and chairs.


    The restaurant owners, upon noticing the sudden one million in their ount, then looked back at the groaning gangsters nearby. They gritted their teeth and decided to involve the police.


    Shortly after, Rhys pulled up to the curb. He was about to exit the car when Harlee slid into the passenger seat.


    “Not eating here?” Rhys chuckled, ncing up to help her with her seatbelt.


    “I don’t feel like eating now. Let’s go collect some debts,” Harlee responded nonchntly.


    Rhys raised an eyebrow, resecured his own seatbelt, and asked, “Where are we headed?”


    “The base of the ck Wind Gang. They owe me ten million,” Harlee dered, her brow arching as she considered the tenfold upcharge. Only with enough pressure could she force the ck Wind Gang to reveal the mastermind behind all those malicious, nderous posts against Elva.


    Having sensed trouble the moment Harlee entered the car, Rhys’ concern deepened.


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    “What happened?” he inquired.


    Harlee’s lips curled into a mischievous grin.


    “Just looking out for Fleming’s future wife.”


    A smile flickered across Rhys’ eyes as he squeezed Harlee’s hand, his face a mixture of amusement and affection. He never imagined he’d be out of favor for two days over Fleming’s future wife, and he couldn’t even express his frustration without facing pressure from his mother-inw.


    Thus, Rhys found it only fitting to stir up a bit of trouble for Fleming.


    The next day, in the auditorium of Uwhor University, Elva slumped listlessly on the table. It was the final day of the lecture series and Harlee’sst day at Uwhor University.


    “Harlee, is there really no chance you could transfer to Uwhor University?” Elva asked wistfully.


    “Ever since I met you, my luck has been incredible. The rumors online vanished mysteriously. Even those senior students who always mocked me apologized today and offered to help me with my experiments. It’s like they’ve all changed overnight.”


    As Elva spoke, her excitement grew, but the thought of Harlee no longer apanying her at school starting tomorrow caused her mood to plummet.


    “If you stop showing up by my side, my good luck will probably leave.”


    Harlee turned to Elva, aforting smile forming as she responded in her calm, clear voice, “Why the long face? We may not hang around the school like we used to anymore, but we can still see each other often. I’m not leaving Uwhor anytime soon.”


    Harlee’s smile held a mysterious edge, hinting at mischievousness. Justst night, she had made the ck Wind Gang fork out ten million, and this morning, Elva’s ssmates hastened to apologize to her, suggesting the instigator of the rumors was among them.


    “Really?” Elva perked up instantly.


    “Then I’ll move out of the dormitory tomorrow to make it easier for us to meet.”


    “Okay,” Harlee replied, her smile warm and her eyes tender.


    After sses, Harlee and Elva nned to go shopping, but as they exited the university gates, Celine blocked their path, her high heels clicking on the pavement, a smile gracing her lips.


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