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    Harlee responded with a simple, “Okay.”


    Rhys smiled wryly and then elerated, speeding along the road.


    They arrived at a restaurant with the best seaside view, making their table the most noticeable in the venue.


    While Elva’s attractiveness might not match Harlee’s or Rhys’, she still stood out as a vibrant and attractive university belle.


    As they dined, a male voice unexpectedly called out, “Elva?”


    A female voice purred, “Sinir, is that Elva, my cousin? What’s she doing here? Shouldn’t she be at Uwhor University?”


    Recognizing the voices, Elva’s expression turned grim, her eyes shing with hostility, and her grip on her knife and fork tightened, nearly crushing the foie gras on her te.


    Noticing this, Harlee paused, intrigued by Elva’s reaction—the first of its kind she’d witnessed. Harlee subtly eyed the approaching man and woman, then discreetly took out her phone to snap a photo of them.


    “Fleming, what’s going on with these two?” After typing, Harlee sent the secretly taken photo.


    Harlee didn’t expect an immediate reply from Fleming, so she ced her phone back on the table right after sending the message.


    Beside Harlee, Rhys meticulously cut his steak, asionally ncing over at the approaching couple before returning his focus to Harlee, feeding her a piece of steak now and then. He knew his wife enjoyed observing dramas unfold. Naturally, heplemented it with the appropriate “snacks.”


    Before the man and woman could even reach their table, Harlee received several messages from Fleming.


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    “The man is Sinir Happer. There’s been a childhood engagement between him and Elva, but they’ve had little contact. I don’t know much about him.”


    “Elva only learned of the engagementst year when the elders brought it up. I’m not certain what happened between them.”


    “All I know is Elva was quite upset after returning homest year and has since spent most of her time in theb, avoiding home for two years.”


    “I’ve booked a flight and will arrive in Uwhor tonight. Harlee, please keep an eye on this man for me. Don’t let him bother my future wife.”


    With a subtle smile, Harlee calmly replied with an “OK.”


    Sinir looked visibly surprised at the sight of Elva. She had cklisted all his and his family’s contact methods, leaving no opportunity for peaceful discussions. He hadn’t expected to encounter her abroad.


    While Sinir wasn’t particrly drawn to Elva, he appreciated the potential advantages a marriage between the Patterson and Happer families could offer. Noticing Rhys leisurely cutting his steak, Sinir’s expression shifted between surprise and excitement—he clearly recognized Rhys.


    “Mr. Green? What a coincidence to see you here. And thisdy must be your wife, right? Hi, Mrs. Green,” Sinir greeted.


    Rhys continued to serve steak to Harlee, who took a bite, crossed her legs, leaned back, and gave Sinir an indifferent nce, making no move to speak. Rhys, for his part, didn’t even acknowledge Sinir.


    Sinir understood why they were behaving this way. He turned his gaze to Elva, hoping she might vouch for him.


    He had a sudden surge of regret. If only he had known Elva was connected to such influential people, he would never have pressured the Patterson family to send Elva to his bed.


    As Sinir was deep in thought, he was abruptly snapped back to reality when the woman beside him spoke in a sharine tone that seemed forced.


    “Oh, Elva, is that really you? For a moment there, Sinir and I thought we had mistaken you for someone else! Didn’t you tell your father you were busy with an experiment? What are you doing dining out during school hours?”


    “Ah…”


    With a dramatic gasp, she covered her mouth.


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