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    After she hung up, Chloe sank back into her seat, a faint shyness tugging at her features.


    “Well…” she started, pausing for a moment.


    “Yes?” Morse responded, his gaze soft, his voice calm yet maic.


    “When we get home, I want to tell my family about us,” Chloe admitted, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Do you think that’s wise?”


    “Yes,” Morse said, wrapping her hand in his gently. “But let me handle it.”


    If the Scott family had objections, he would take the me. He refused to let the woman he loved face criticism alone.


    Chloe nodded, her smile soft and content. Her eyes sparkled like distant stars, breathtaking in their rity and warmth. She felt unbelievably lucky that the man she loved felt the same for her.


    Happiness surged through her, warm and unstoppable. She hoped everyone could find someone deserving, someone who would fill their life with love, joy, and peace.


    Days had vanished in a blur, barely leaving a trace.


    Perched at the bay window, Christina lost herself in the pages of a novel, her focus unbroken.


    Sunlight streamed through the ss, casting a golden glow over her, painting a picture of quiet contentment.


    Meanwhile, Dn had taken off for Dorfield, where his signature was needed for some urgent project.


    Before he left, he assured her he’d be back in Kitaso once business wrapped up.


    She decided there was no rush, choosing to linger in Kitaso for a few extra days before following him to Dorfield.


    By then, Dn would probably have all the time in the world.


    A sudden buzz from her pocket broke the stillness.


    Christina paused, a faint crease forming on her brow as she slid the book aside.


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    If she had to guess, Robin was likely behind this interruption. One nce at her phone proved her right—Robin’s name lit up the screen.


    With a quick breath, sheposed herself, lowering her voice until it sounded deeper, edged with fatigue, as though every word carried weight.


    “Hello,” Christina answered the call, her tone all business.


    Robin’s words tumbled out, wild with desperation. “I need your help, please. You’re the only one who can get me out of this!”


    His voice, while a bit frantic, wasn’t quite what Christina had expected from someone in real danger.


    “Get you out of what? Honestly, you sound more annoyed than doomed,” she replied, a teasing note slipping into her voice.


    Robin wasted no time. “Come on, you’ve got to help me find Epic. I need to beg him toe back—this is serious!”


    Rarely did Robin sound so pressed, the anxiety in his voice setting Christina on edge. This wasn’t just his usual antics. Her face grew sober. “You have to tell me what happened. Don’t leave anything out.”


    “A guy named Noah Newman, from Malvren, just walked in and dered himself the new Epic. I swear, the man’s got skill that borders on unreal—he’s a nightmare at the tables. But how can he call himself Epic when he’s never even met the real Epic? I just can’t buy that he’s superior. If you can help me track down Epic, I swear, I’ll make you rich. A billion, straight to you! I’ll even throw in a chunk of our casino shares. We can talk about how much you want—just say the word!”


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