Chapter 2003


    "Romeo, you''re the only one who can mess with me," Luna raised her voice so Harriet could hear,


    "What does she think she ispared to you? She''s got nothing on my own brother!"


    Harriet was taken aback by her not-so-warm homing. It dawned on her why Serena and Alma


    hadn''t been able to win over Romeo—it was because of this feisty guard dog by his side!


    Once they were in the office.


    Romeo asked nonchntly, "Done with the theatrics?"


    Luna''s tears turned into a chuckle, "Heh, Romeo, you always have my back. Didn''t even call me out on


    my act."


    She noticed the towering snack cab in Romeo''s office, "You really have a snack cab this huge? I


    didn''t believe the online gossip until now. I just chased off that vixen for you, so you owe me some


    treats, right?"


    Romeo, ever the paternal figure, opened the cab and tossed her a bag of chips.


    "So, Arabe is into these, huh?" Luna ripped open the bag with glee, grabbing a chip, just as Romeo


    added, "She doesn''t like this vor, so it''s all yours."


    Suddenly, the chip in Luna''s hand lost its appeal.


    "Don''t make a mess," Romeo grumbled, hating crumbs on his carpet.


    "But I saw a post saying Arabe makes a mess and you''re always there handing her drinks," Luna


    retorted, extending her hand, "Where''s my drink?"


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    "So, what brings you here anyway?"


    "I saw Arabe getting attacked online. I made a bunch of ounts to fight back, but it was useless.


    So, I thought I''de to you. Do you have a n to help her?"


    "Let''s not worry your pretty little head about her."


    "What do you mean?" Luna said earnestly, munching on a chip, "She''s your fiancée and my future


    sister-inw. I can''t just watch people sling mud at her."


    Carl knocked and entered with a cup of tea in hand.


    "Ms. Luna, here''s the coffee you like." He set the freshly brewed cup before her. "Mr. Romeo, I''ve


    escorted thedy out. The receptionist tried to stop her, but Ms. Monroe was insistent, even got a bit


    pushy—just like Ms. Luna said."


    "Your staying out of it is the best help you could give."


    "Why?" Luna was puzzled.


    Carl exined, "Ms. Be is ying a strategic game. Mr. Romeo doesn''t want you to mess it up."


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    "What kind of game? It sounds thrilling."