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    Meanwhile, Errol remained curiously inactive. He took no steps to retaliate against Harlee as if their grudge had vanished into thin air. Not only did he sidestep Harlee’s attempt to provoke a confrontation between his covert group and her, but also put a stop to N’s attempts at revenge.


    As a result, Harlee did not need to strike back either, and the atmosphere remained eerily calm.


    Thursday approached.


    Aldrich and Alina made their way back to Baythorn, settling into a vi next to Remson Manor.


    Alina had enrolled in graduate studies at Baythorn University, focusing on economics. Initially, she had nned to pursue her studies independently andter impress Harlee with her academic achievements. However, she soon found herself needing to rely on some connections.


    Alina had been intensively preparing for her courses, building on her self-taught knowledge. Now, she was simply counting down the days until Monday when her sses would officially begin.


    She chose not to stay in the dormitory because Aldrich had offered to drive her to and from school each day.


    Not just Alina and Aldrich, but also Robbie and Cillian, along with Jianna and Judson from T&H Ind, had gradually settled into vis near Remson Manor. The entire ce hade alive again, returning to its usual bustling atmosphere.


    At that moment, Alina and Jianna were poring over model photos on a tablet, scouting for thetest fashion trends that might be popr this year. These images showcased Shadow Moon Group’s newest seasonal offerings. Brice had shared them earlier in the Twilight girls’ group chat, anticipating their selections for air freight delivery.


    Selecting fashion items was a long-standing tradition within the Shadow Moon Society. Previously, Harlee had allowed the female members of the organization to choose from her designs—a unique perk for the members.


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    Opposite them, Robbie and Judson sat, watching the two women sort through outfits with a sigh. It had been all morning long. From their arrival until now, the two women had been selecting outfits non-stop.


    Robbie and Judson were puzzled by the prolonged decision-making process over just a few clothing items. They were even more confused by Aldrich, who asionally chimed in with fashion advice. Could anyone exin how Aldrich had be so knowledgeable about women’s fashion? Had Brice taken control of him?


    Catching their judgmental looks, Aldrich nced up, his eyes shing with brief disdain before he rolled them. Humph. With such a clueless and thoughtless attitude, they were unlikely to ever find girlfriends.


    Suddenly, from the carpet in front of the couch, Judson let out a pitiful groan. He thrust the game controller into Cillian’s hands, his face contorted in agony.


    “I can’t y this anymore. Continuing will only crush what’s left of my confidence.”


    Judson then buried his face in his hands, overwhelmed by frustration. He had yed a full twenty-eight rounds and hadn’t managed a single kill. This frustrating and tough game could make anyone lose theirposure!


    Cillian grabbed the controller, briefly eyeing the screen, and hesitantly suggested, “Harlee, how about a game?”


    Harlee looked over nonchntly, her face shifting subtly to a yful expression as she arched an eyebrow. After a brief pause, she agreed.


    “Okay.”


    An hour had passed. Cillian’s self-assurance began to falter. He wondered why it had never urred to him that he was quite poor at video games.


    “Still going?” Harlee asked gently.


    Caught off guard, Cillian bowed his head, at a loss for words in response to Harlee’s soft inquiry. Was it okay for him to admit he wanted to stop? His inability to confess directly was evident in his pained expression.


    Harlee, observing Cillian’s unusual demeanor, let a cunning smile flicker across her face. She casually reached out and patted his shoulder.


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