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    “Good.” Harlee ended the call and sent a message to Brice, who was still at the café.


    “Make sure this blows up big.”


    Brice’s response came promptly.


    “Got it. I’ll harness the online sentiment.”


    Harlee smiled.


    “Do as you see fit.”


    With everything set in motion, Harlee drove back to the Sanderson family estate.


    Upon entering, she found Fletcher, just back with a cup of drink.


    Having just inserted the straw, he said, “You might want to steer clear of the inte for a bit. Thosementers are brutal!”


    Fletcher passed the drink to Harlee.


    He wouldn’t normally buy such a drink.


    After purchasing it, he even boasted in the group chat with the five Sanderson sons about what a great brother he was.


    The chat quickly lit up with messages, everyone criticizing Fletcher for offering Harlee such a drink instead of something more appropriate.


    Fletcher shrugged off the criticism, convinced they were just envious of his close bond with Harlee.


    Taking a sip of the drink, Harlee looked at Fletcher and simply responded, “Okay.”


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    Harlee had no intention of checking social media. She was confident that the Sanderson family wouldn’t let her face public scorn alone. They would use their influence to suppress any negativements. Likely, Rhys was already coordinating with Brenton.


    This was all part of her n, so she kept her words to a minimum with Fletcher.


    Noticing Harlee’sck of concern about the online noise, Fletcher let it slide.


    He gazed at her, hopeful, and asked, “Do you like the drink?”


    After a thoughtful sip, Harlee gave him a subtle nod under his watchful eyes.


    “Yes, it’s good. Thank you, Fletcher.”


    Fletcher’s smile spread wide upon hearing this.


    He instantly posted a video to the family chat.


    “See, Harlee likes it! You all don’t know her like I do! Regret ever criticizing me, huh?”


    Just as Fletcher was about to enjoy his moment of self-praise, he noticed Harlee had approached and was looking at his phone screen.


    She clicked her tongue.


    “Add me to the group.”


    “Huh?” Fletcher was taken aback.


    Harlee gestured toward the group chat on his phone.


    “Add me to this group chat. It would save me the trouble of contacting everyone one by one.”


    Without a second thought, Fletcher blurted out, “Harlee, it’s not me who’s against adding you to the group chat. It’s Brenton.”


    “He doesn’t want you to be part of the group.” Harlee yed with a strand of her hair, her smile faint as she looked over Fletcher’s shoulder.


    “Oh? Brenton doesn’t want me in the group?”


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