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Harlee hadn’t visited Remson Manor in almost six months, having slowly withdrawn from it, yet tonight, she felt a compelling pull to visit it.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

the manor,

his attention persistently fixed on the bedroom window of Remson

following day, Harlee woke up at dawn after a sound sleep, having skipped

I might not need to up the dose. Perhaps I can even

in bed, taking a moment before managing

the Green Group to Brixton and stayed mostly

focus was primarily on projects at the National Aerospace Agency and tasks

she had just concluded a significant case for Baldrick and now only needed

that was both familiar and strange, her emotions a complex combination. It had been three years since she last

up her phone and dialed the number she had tried countless times without a response. It was time for

such a long interval, she wasn’t even sure if the number was still operational,

her phone tightly, the

unanswered call, she was taken

other end was subdued as if silenced by

on the phone tightened, her

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