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    For the past two days, whenever Liam wasn’t asleep, he’d scoured the inte, hoping for any mention of his connection to Harlee.


    But after two days, there was nothing.


    Liam realized it could only mean one thing.


    Either Harlee or Rhys had ensured his name stayed buried. Otherwise, with the inte’s penchant for drama, how could they not drag him into the spotlight?


    Regret gnawed at Liam.


    He finally began to grasp Harlee’s worth, and his mistreatment of her had cost him everything. If he had walked away gracefully, he might have salvaged some respect. Now, he didn’t even have the dignity of being acknowledged.


    Liam sighed deeply, finally understanding that it was toote to fix what he had destroyed with his own hands.


    In Gruinia, as soon as Jonathan’s orders were issued, the fraud syndicate’s leaders, Margo Jensen and Wesson Jensen, were released.


    In her hotel room, Margo exuded an air of calm authority, puffing on a cigar as if unfazed by her time in prison. The officers who brought her in showed her nothing but respect.


    “Mrs. Jensen, the President has resolved the matter. I can assure you that Interpol won’t pursue you further,” Sprague said, bowing slightly.


    Margo, the highest leader of the fraud syndicate and Harlee’s nemesis, sat on the sofa, casually nodding.


    “Thank you, Sprague. Tell the President that I’ll handle what he wants.”


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    Her words were polite, but her tone was indifferent, showing no respect for Sprague. Sprague noted her tant disregard for the President but chose not to dwell on it.


    His job was simply to ry the message.


    “I’ll pass along your words to the President,” he said, his tone modest and self-effacing.


    Sprague’s demeanor made it seem like he was Margo’s subordinate. In reality, within Mogluylia, he had the authority to end her life with a singlemand.


    Margo dismissed Sprague with a wave of her hand. Once Sprague left, Wesson emerged from the shadows with an air of nonchnce.


    “Why poke the bear, Margo? Of all the men in the world, you had to antagonize Jonathan? Thanks to you, I spent a few nights locked up.” Stretchingzily, Wesson added, “Jail really isn’t my style. My body’s stiff, and I need to blow off some steam.


    Don’t bother me at the crucial moment.”


    His grin carried a hint of mischief.


    “And don’t let us die out before the next generation arrives, alright?”


    Margo understood her younger brother’s insinuation.


    “Fine, go ahead. Take two weeks off.”


    “Seriously? You’re not joking?”


    Margo posed a question.


    “Wesson, do you find something off?”


    Wesson paused, his expression thoughtful.


    “You mean Jonathan tracking us down? Yeah, it’s strange.


    He shouldn’t have known where to look.”


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