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    Without their love and Tonya’s support, Harlee feared she might have spiraled into darkness after Rhys’ incident.


    But now, with her family’s love and friends like Tonya, she was determined to shed the weight of negative emotions and embrace a brighter, more positive life.


    Sk gently guided Harlee back into her seat, her fingers running through Harlee’s hair.


    “Go on and drink your soup before it gets cold. Your happiness is all that matters to us.”


    Harlee nodded with quiet resolve.


    Meanwhile, far across thends in Uwhor, Rhys followed Anika’s lead toward a meeting with her so-called “sister.” Inside a dimly lit bar, Eugenia perched gracefully at the counter, her fingers tracingzy circles on the stem of her winess.


    A sultry smile yed on her lips as she watched the pair approach.


    “Care for a drink?” Eugenia asked smoothly.


    Anika took the ss from Eugenia’s hand and downed it.


    “Imported drinks always taste richer.”


    Eugenia tugged Anika closer and whispered, “Not keeping up the sweet and innocent act anymore, are we?”


    Anika slid into the seat beside Eugenia and lit a cigarette.


    “It’s too much trouble to keep up the act.”


    Eugenia’s eyes flicked to Rhys as she leaned toward Anika and asked, “So, how far have you gotten?”


    Anika replied, “I told him you are my sister and that no one can save him except you.”


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    Eugenia’s response came with a mischievous pinch to Anika’s waist.


    “You little devil, always roping me into your schemes!”


    “Right back at you.”


    Silently observing the two, Rhys could tell they weren’t really sisters. With a smooth, confident stride, he approached Eugenia, his posture poised.


    “Hello, I’m Rhys.”


    Eugenia gave Rhys a casual nod and, with a graceful wave of her slender fingers, invited him to take the seat beside her.


    Rhys settled himself at the bar with a refined posture, crossing his long, straight legs. Viewed from afar, he appeared almost sculptural. The sight was captivating.


    Eugenia gracefully ced her wine ss on the bar and leaned in toward Rhys.


    Her jet-ck hair, vibrant crimson lips, and the elegant curve of her neckline caught the light as she rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on him.


    “Apologies, but after a day filled with patients, I prefer gatherings that are a bit moreid-back,” Eugenia said.


    Rhys responded with a courteous smile, epting a ss from the bartender and gently tapping it against Eugenia’s.


    “It’s alright. This setting is perfectly rxed.”


    Having been in Uwhor for some time, Rhys had abandoned his initial ns of locating his friend and instead concentrated on earning Anika’s trust.


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