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    Noel, radiating calmness and refined charm, stepped onto the stage with a confident smile.


    He approached Harlee, tenderly grasped her hand, and subtly leaned toward the microphone perched on the table.


    “Everyone, we are thrilled to announce our engagement. We invite you all to celebrate with us soon.”


    With these words, Noel casually guided Harlee away from the baffled crowd.


    Without questioning, Harlee let him lead her backstage.


    Once hidden from the reporters’ view, she gently pulled her hand away and inquired, “What’s going on?” At noon, Harlee had sent Noel a script. She couldn’t fathom why he had acted against her n.


    “Rhys is here,” Noel replied calmly.


    Instantly, Harlee grasped Noel’s underlying motive.


    He was worried that if they openly showed affection during the press conference, Rhys would lose hisposure, turning their moment into viral gossip.


    Thus, upon hearing of Rhys’ sudden appearance, Noel opted to quickly dere their engagement and then whisk Harlee off to the secluded area of the backyard.


    Harlee’s eyes dimmed slightly.


    “Where is he?”


    Her original n had been to announce their engagement at the press conference, openly sharing a tender moment with Noel, pushing Rhys to reveal the reasons behind what she had assumed was just a performance. Yet, unforeseen developments had shifted the course of events.


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    Understanding Noel’s concerns for her safety, Harlee found it hard to fault him.


    All she could cling to was the hope that the announcement of her soon-to-be marriage to another man would be enough to draw Rhys out.


    Before Noel could respond, Rhys charged at Harlee.


    tantly ignoring Noel, he seized her hand, his voice tinged with urgent hope.


    “Is it true?” His eyes, brimming with desperate anticipation, searched hers for denial.


    Harlee met Rhys’ intense, fiery gaze and allowed a sly smirk to y on her lips.


    “Which incident do you mean? The divorce, or my engagement to another man?”


    “Harlee Sanderson, you know exactly what I’m referring to!” Rhys eximed, his voiceced with bitterness.


    The way Rhys enunciated each syble of her full name sliced through the air, wounding Harlee more than she expected.


    Despite their turbulent past, she had clung to the belief that he would never use her full name as a weapon.


    Harlee jerked her arm away from Rhys, her movements sharp and decisive. With her arms firmly crossed and a scowl etching her features, she stood her ground.


    “Mr. Green, I’d appreciate it if you’d check your tone. We’re no longer involved. You’ve lost the right to interrogate me about my life!”


    “I…” Rhys began, his voice faltering as his eyes, aze with frustration, shifted hues, hinting at unshed tears.


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