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    Despite his reluctance, Keith was aware of the potential bacsh from his father. His eyes bore into Jeffry with a menacing re. “This isn’t over. You’ll regret this!” Keith stormed off.


    Themotion seemed to subside, for now.


    Lydia, unfamiliar with Keith, gleaned from the officers’ demeanor that he was a figure of considerable clout.


    Jeffry’s face was etched with seriousness.


    Just as Lydia was about to speak, a woman approached Jeffry. Her long hair and striking red lips entuated her poised demeanor. She asked with palpable concern, “Are you okay? It’s appalling how these people shamelessly exploit their power. The good name of the is being tarnished by such scoundrels.”


    Jeffry responded quietly, “I’m alright. We should postpone our discussion about the coboration. It’s best you go back now.”


    Under the guise of discussing cooperation between the Harper Group and Morgan Group, Evelyn had asked Jeffry out, only to be interrupted by this mess. Knowing how much Jeffry doted on Elena, Evelyn decided not to press the matter. “Alright, I’ll catch you another time.”


    Jeffry and Evelyn stood side by side, each exuding an air of refined sophistication.


    At that instant, Lydia experienced a piercing sting in her heart, a lingering sorrow that was hard to shake off. For the first time, she acutely felt the vast chasm between her and Jeffry. Jeffry and the woman beside him radiated a regal presence, forged from years of wealth and privilege—an elegance she knew she could never replicate.


    Raised by a killer organization, Lydia’s nights were spent on the hard ground or nestled in tree branches. She and Jeffry inhabited entirely different realms. However, that woman and Jeffry belonged to the same world.


    Lydia, cloaked in shadows, herplexion ghostly, felt a chill coursing through her veins.


    Elena observed Lydia’s distress and reached for her hand. “You seem off. Are you injured?”


    Lydia withdrew her hand briskly. “I’m alright. I’m sorry. It’s my fault that you’re caught up in this chaos.”


    Her hands balled into fists at her sides, Lydia struggled to contain her turmoil, yet her eyes involuntarily sought out Jeffry.


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    Jeffry’s eyes locked onto Lydia, drawing her into a tense moment of silentmunication.


    Despite the enveloping darkness that usually sharpened her senses as a sharpshooter, Lydia found herself unable to read Jeffry’s inscrutable expression. Questions raced through her mind. Was his annoyance at her constant mishaps surfacing, or had he glimpsed the wed truths she hid beneath her poised exterior?


    A chill crept through her veins like icy tendrils.


    Jeffry noticed Lydia’s pale face and frowned slightly, a subtle usation that she often neglected her own well-being.


    To Lydia, however, it felt like more than concern—she interpreted it as repulsion. With tight-lipped determination, she turned to Elena, her voice brittle. “I’ll leave first. You go home with Jeffry.”


    She couldn’t bear another second of Jeffry’s seemingly disdainful gaze and spun around to leave, her heart heavy.


    Jeffry’s frown deepened as he watched her retreat. Turning to Elena, he managed a practical tone. “My driver’s outside. Can he take you home?”


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