Chapter 927:

Harlee stood to leave, worried that lingering might let her emotions overwhelm her.

Patrick and Hamilton shared a knowing look as if to say, “Psychologists really can read minds.”

Catching Noel’s eye, Patrick and Hamilton rose simultaneously.

“We’re leaving too.” Noel nodded and said, “Alright.”

Noel felt perhaps the happiest among them was Rhys, who had loyal friends and the special one reciprocated his feelings. Noel felt a twinge of envy.

The dimly lit street stretched out before Harlee. She wandered down it, lost in thought. She didn’t have the driver take her to the Remson Manor but instead got off at a junction 500 meters away.

Harlee hadn’t visited Remson Manor in almost six months, having slowly withdrawn from it, yet tonight, she felt a compelling pull to visit it.

Unbeknownst to her, a man dressed in black followed her from a discreet distance, about two hundred meters back, ensuring he remained unnoticed.

as Harlee ascended the steps to the manor, he lingered, standing silently among the flowers

attention persistently fixed on the bedroom window of

dawn after a sound sleep, having skipped her medication. She

up the dose. Perhaps I

bed, taking a moment before managing to

delegated all her responsibilities at the Green Group to Brixton and stayed mostly out of the daily operations at

projects at the National Aerospace

break because she had just concluded a significant case for Baldrick

over the landscape that was both familiar and strange, her emotions a complex combination. It had

the number she had tried countless times without a response. It

sure if the number was

tightly, the uncertainty

unanswered call, she was taken

the other end

tightened, her throat tightening with

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