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    “Alright,” Anika replied, holding Rhys closer,pletely entranced, oblivious to the calcting glint in his eyes.


    Having drunk the water Rhys had offered, Anika soon sumbed to deep slumber.


    Just then, a man appeared in front of Rhys.


    “Mr. Green.”


    Rhys remained poker-faced.


    “Go in. She’s inside the room.”


    Later, sounds of intimacy filled the room, yet Rhys’s expression remained unchanged.


    Three days passed.


    As promised, Wesson held a public press conference, apologizing to the Mogluylia police and dealing with his left arm on live television.


    “Obedient enough,” Harleemented tly, shutting herptop on the gory disy.


    She reclined in her chair, closing her eyes, only to be interrupted by a voice she instantly recognized.


    “Are you truly going to announce your divorce during the press conference?”


    Without opening her eyes, Harlee replied to Noel, “Yes. Rhys has already found a new girlfriend.


    Divorcing him is only a matter of time.” Her tone was casual, devoid of any emotion.


    “Are you sure you won’t regret it? You’ve waited three long years for him. Wouldn’t it be worth asking for an exnation first?” Noel’s tone carried a mix of shock and incredulity. What baffled him wasn’t Harlee’s choice to end her marriage, but her decision to bypass questioning Rhys entirely. She had let go the moment she spotted him with someone else.


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    Though Harlee’s expression remainedposed, only she knew how deeply it stung to witness Rhys standing beside another woman.


    “It’s unnecessary,” Harlee answered. To her, fighting for someone whose affections had strayed seemed futile. Moreover, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and she refused to lower herself.


    Oddly, when Noel heard Harlee’s dismissive words, a spark of tion surged through him. Perhaps his feelings for her had grown beyond admiration into something far more profound.


    Noel wanted to chase after Harlee, yet unease restrained him.


    After all, he wouldn’t have been in the picture if not for Rhys’s choice of protecting Harlee discreetly, a forced decision when faced with a predicament three years earlier.


    “Maybe there’s some misunderstanding?” Noel ventured.


    Harlee let out a softugh.


    “Misunderstanding? What could possibly be misunderstood?”


    Despite her words, part of her suspected there were truths hidden from her. She knew Rhys well. If he chose to remain silent, no amount of coaxing or confrontation would extract the answers.


    Her only option was to unravel the…


    Truth herself. Publicly announcing their separation at the press conference had merely been her opening move.


    Noel’s tone was t as he remarked, “I just hope you don’t regret thister.” He genuinely wished for Harlee’s happiness, even if it meant she was with someone else.


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