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    Inside the shooting club, Kennedy waited, his smile like a beacon, lighting up the room at the sight of the trio’s arrival.


    “Ha! You kept your word, kid.” Kennedy’s friendly jibe toward Sean was quickly followed by a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Turning his attention to Susanna, he quipped, “You missed me, right?”


    Kennedy’srge hand ruffled Susanna’s hair. “Wow, look at you now, all grown up and even more beautiful. Remember back then, you used to cling to my legs, begging for cotton candy?”


    Susanna smiled shyly at Kennedy’s words. “That was long ago. There’s no need to bring that up.”


    Kennedy’s gaze then moved to the stunning woman standing next to Sean. She was dressed in a rose-colored satin gown, her hair cascading softly over her shoulders. Tall and slender, with wless skin, she adorned herself with delicate diamond earrings that highlighted her elegant facial features.


    Kennedy had seen many beautiful women in his life, but this woman was easily one of the most beautiful he had ever met. He used to know another woman who was even more beautiful than this one. It was a shame she was deceased. The more he looked at Norah, the more familiar she looked.


    “Kennedy, let me introduce you to my girlfriend. This is Norah Wilson, my girlfriend. Honey, this is Kennedy Hayes. This club belongs to him.”


    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Hayes.”


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    Norah examined the man in front of her. He was dressed in all ck and exuded the same aura of efficiency that Kason did. He was definitely a retired soldier. A well-trained one. He had a full beard, and his eyes shone alertly when he looked at people. He seemed to be a tough man.


    “Nice to meet you. Sean has mentioned you several times. It’s nice that I finally get to meet you in person. Come sit so we can chat,” Kennedy said, walking toward the lounge.


    He noticed that the Morris siblings were following behind. “Amabel, Spencer, you’re both here? Why didn’t youe over and say hello?” Kennedy asked.


    He was familiar with the children of the four noble families in Glophia, as they had alle to the club to practice shooting. He was well acquainted with those who came frequently.


    Amabel smiled gracefully and said, “We saw you talking to Sean, so we didn’t want to interrupt. It’s been a few years since west met. You’re still as charming as ever.”


    Kennedyughed heartily at her ttery. “I heard you’ve been abroad studying for several years and haven’t been to my club for a while, although Spenceres often. Come, have a seat.”


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