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    Harlee spected about how much Liliana might have changed and whether she still harbored revengeful intentions.


    Harlee doubted that someone like Liliana, now in a position of power, would let go of any grudge she held.


    “Isn’t there an International Charity Auction scheduled soon in Baythorn?” Harlee asked.


    “Yes, it’s an initiative by both the Juarez and Happer families, drawing participation from influential global families,” Robbie confirmed.


    Robbie paused before continuing, “Though it’s officially their event, it’s evident that Waylon is the one pulling the strings.


    He likely has deeper ns for this event.”


    “Really? A new game, then?” Harlee asked, a mischievous smile ying on her lips.


    “Let’s see if the Szar family’s heir can hold his own. If not, we might just assist Ewing Szar in choosing a more suitable heir.”


    Robbie’s face brightened.


    “That’s exactly what I was thinking! I’ve been eager to send Ewing a particr ‘gift.''”


    Harleeughed softly.


    “I have crafted some new jewelry designs recently.


    Have Brice present them at the auction.”


    Robbie caught on quickly.


    Harlee intended to cause a stir with the jewelry.


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    “Understood!” Robbie chuckled, thrilled by the prospect. This n would not only disrupt the event but also provide a new distraction for Ritchie, better than him sulking in a hospital.


    “Speaking of Ritchie…” Robbie began.


    “I’m ahead of you,” Harlee said.


    “Don’t worry. I’ll guide Ritchie to a new venture.


    He is destined for more than just hospital corridors.”


    Robbie swallowed hard, his eyes glistening.


    He had always recognized Harlee’smitment to her team, but her reaffirmation warmed him deeply.


    “Thank you for establishing the Shadow Moon Society,” Robbie said sincerely. Without Harlee and the Shadow Moon Society, he couldn’t even imagine where he would be—lost, forgotten, with no direction.


    Harlee said nothing, simply rising to her feet and offering a reassuring pat on his shoulder as she exited the study. Upon returning to Rhys’ bedroom, Harlee found him clutching a bag of tomato-vored chips.


    His expression was anything but embarrassed, bordering on defiant.


    “The medicine always stirs up my appetite. I’m hungry,” he said calmly.


    Harlee remembered he had just indulged in ate-night snack before his medication. Instead of pointing this out, she smiled warmly and took a seat beside him.


    “Seems like you’re feeling a bit lost, aren’t you? If you’re up for it, I can share a story or two.”


    Rhys gave her a long look before nodding.


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