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    He put some food on Tracy’s te and said calmly, “Don’t worry. I’d never put myself in danger.


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    If he could not handle a little trap, he would not have survived all the ones people had set for him over the years.


    Tracy did not know everything about what Ronald could do, but she had been around him long enough to know-if he said he had it handled, he really did. She let it go without asking more.


    After cleaning up the kitchen, she went to the balcony to work on her drafts.


    Thanks to Ronald’s management, her ount had been growing fast-some of her videos had even gone viral, and more people were reaching out for cobs.


    Still, she had been busytely, so she only epted easy, low-pressure projects that helped her unwind.


    Ronald did not bother her. He sat on a low stool a short distance away, texting someone, the sunlight catching on the rough lines of his face, throwing shadows that made him look unreadable.


    Light filtered through the trees outside, spilling across the balcony and turning the quiet scene into something that could have been painted.


    Then, a sudden knocking shattered the calm.


    Ronald’s brows drew together. He nced at Tracy, still absorbed in her work, then tucked his phone away and headed for the door.


    Before the knocker could pound again, he swung it open-only to find Liam standing there, looking irritated.


    Ronald frowned, his expression basically saying, You are not wee.


    “What do you want?”


    “I’m here for my sister, obviously,” Liam shot back, equally annoyed.


    Then, before Ronald could block him, Liam leaned in and shouted into the apartment, “CeeCee! I know you’re here. I’ve got something important to tell you!”


    He slipped inside quickly, not giving Ronald a chance to stop him.


    Ronald’s jaw tightened as he followed, finding Tracy-who had been focused and peaceful moments ago- now frowning at the interruption.


    Ronald caught Liam by the arm and yanked him back. “Mr. Liam, if you’re looking for your sister, you’ve got the wrong ce. This is private property, and I can call the cops.”


    Liam jerked his arm free, ring. “Since when does some pretty boy get to stick his nose in our family business? Move, I need to talk to my sister alone.”


    Ronald did not even flinch at the insult. He even ran a hand over his face like he was admiring it. “Appreciate thepliment. But yeah, I am a gigolo-CeeCee’s gigolo. She rented this ce for me, so if


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    anyone’s leaving, it’s you”


    “You…


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    Liam was stunned, clearly not expecting someone to wear “gigolo” like a badge of honor.


    Tracy, who had been irritated at the intrusion, felt her annoyance fade just a bit at Ronald’s words.


    She set down her brush, wiped her hands clean, and stepped in from the balcony. “Mr. Liam, you sure you’re not lost? There’s no ‘CeeCee’ here for you.”


    Liam’s brow furrowed. He deliberately stressed the word, “CeeCee, I have something important…


    If you keep calling me that, you can see yourself out,” Tracy cut in sharply, her tone cold and biting.


    He had made it clear before that he did not recognize her as his sister and only cared about Erin.


    He had not called her that name in years. Now suddenly using it? Disgusting.


    Liam froze, clearly not expecting her to snap at him.


    Ronald, practically glowing with satisfaction, stepped forward. “You hear that? No ‘CeeCee’ for you here!”


    His smug look was so over the top that it was almost like his nonexistent tail was wagging.


    Seeing that, Tracy’s anger cooled even more, though Liam’s only grew.


    He wanted to insult Ronald again but could not find the words-and figured it’d be a waste anyway—so he turned on Tracy instead.


    “I came here to bring you good news, Tracy. Don’t be ungrateful.”


    Maybe because her temper had already cooled, Tracy did not bite back. She simply asked, “What news?”


    Even though Liam was still fuming, he could not hide the smugness in his voice. “You’re always saying we believe Erin and not you, so I went and investigated the kidnapping case with you and Erin. Found some clues.”


    He lifted his chin like he was doing her a favor. “I know you’re cunning and maniptive, but I still used my own allowance-two whole months’ worth-to look into it, just because you keep whining about how unfair we are.


    “The moment I got something, I came to tell you. That’s how much I care. Now you can’t say I favor Erin anymore.”


    His attitude practically screamed, You should be thanking me.


    Ronald rolled his eyes.


    Was it just him, or did the Jackmans swap their brains for spare faces at some point?


    And not even faces as good-looking as his.


    Tracy could only stare at Liam,pletely speechless.


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