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    The woman concluded her passionate outburst, her hands defiantly nted on her hips, radiating a sense of righteousness as if she held the moral high ground.


    At first, she had been tempted to unleash her fury on Harlee and Brixton, but she


    swiftly recognized the foolishness in that. One possessed a status well out of her league, and the other boasted abilities she dared not provoke.


    Thus, the woman redirected her ire toward the rough-looking man.


    After all, he was merely a manager at the Stevenson Group, and her new boyfriend’s ties to the influential Green Group overshadowed him significantly.


    Being linked to someone connected with the Green Group wasn’t the same as marrying into wealth, but it certainly elevated her social standing and garnered a measure of respect.


    Meanwhile, Harlee was halfway through her meal when she became intrigued.


    “A new boyfriend? Who’s this new boyfriend of yours?”


    Harlee raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she swore her curiosity was genuine. She just wanted to know which unlucky fool could be gullible enough to fall for a woman like this. She had no intention of dragging this woman’s boyfriend into a heated confrontation.


    Upon hearing of the woman’s new romantic entanglement, the rough-looking man’s face crumpled, as if on the brink of tears.


    Disbelief washed over him.


    Despite all he had invested and the depth of his affection, she had swiftly reced him. Overwhelmed by a sense of betrayal, he copsed to the floor, his earlier demands for returned gifts forgotten in his grief.


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    He had only hoped the mention of all those gifts could reim her affections. Yet, with her affections clearly redirected, what was the point now?


    The woman, fueled by the sudden spotlight, inted with arrogance and taunted with a smirk, “If I revealed his identity, you might just tremble in fear. My boyfriend is intricately linked with the Green Group!”


    Brixton exchanged a wary nce with Harlee, their eyes sparking with shared suspicion.


    Brixton had a sinking feeling. Was it possible he was being unted as a badge of honor by others? With his tumultuous past, such assumptions by others were all too usible.


    Harlee struggled to keep herposure, biting her lip to suppress augh.


    Her inquiry had been casual, sparked by fleeting curiosity, yet the unfolding drama was unexpectedly delightful. With a mischievous raise of her eyebrow, she challenged the woman.


    “Is that so? Call him then. I’m quite eager to meet someone of such extraordinary caliber.”


    The woman, having impulsively texted her boyfriend in a bold challenge, now radiated defiance. She straightened, shedding any hint of her former submission, and dered with newfound bravado, “Just wait! Once my boyfriend arrives, he’ll handle all of you with ease!” Despite Harlee’s apparent expertise, the woman remained steadfast in her belief that her boyfriend surpassed Harlee in skill.


    Brixton sat quietly beside Harlee, silently hoping this unfolding drama wouldn’t implicate him. If it somehow involved him, the repercussions would be severe.


    Familiar with Harlee’s tendency to transform chaos into entertainment, he dreaded the possibility of her assigning him an avnche of tasks for the uing ten days or possibly longer. Vowing to himself, he decided he would track down and confront anyone misusing his name to cause this disturbance.


    As Brixton indulged in his meal, the surrounding drama momentarily slipped from his mind. The humble restaurant Harlee had chosen proved to serve dishes that tantalized his pte more delightfully than the upscale establishments he typically patronized.


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