Chapter 926:

These past three years had solidified into Hamilton’s and Patrick’s collective belief system.

That evening, the four of them had polished off two cases of beer.

Fueled by the liquid courage, Patrick threw out a suggestion.

“Merely drinking loses its charm after a while.

How about we spice things up with a game? Whoever loses has to call Mr. Green…”

Harlee, not known for her tolerance to alcohol, had once drowned her sorrows in booze when Rhys fell off the cliff.

Even a few shots back then had been enough to get her heavily intoxicated.

By the time Patrick proposed the game, Harlee had already downed four beers and was feeling buzzed. She responded with a relaxed nod.

recognize the name “Rhys,” her mind reflexively drowning out the echo of those letters, as if submerged in her

his name was like a jab

relentless drunkenness, compelling her to

demeanor, his empathy sparking a passionate determination to bridge the

to speak, Harlee’s voice, heavy with disinterest and fatigue,

find losing appealing, go

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she had consistently outshone him, her talents vast and varied. She was truly a marvel in all she

whispered to himself with a shake of his

of returning home, tears clouding his vision yet again, was more than Patrick could

round of drinks, the group prepared to

having consumed five or six beers, was nearly drunk but kept up a composed front. She had driven herself and disliked others handling her car, opting instead to

no move to

and Hamilton shared a look before saying, “Noel, aren’t you going to drive Harlee home?” While

offered a slight

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