Chapter 1438:

“Count Harlee’s Secret Identities.”

Every single one had climbed to the top of the trending charts. Clint pocketed his phone and said, “No money.”

He then exited the gaming room without turning back.

Just then, Clint bumped into Rhys, who looked like he’d just come back from a long journey.

“Clint,” Rhys greeted him, his voice low, before rushing toward the gaming room.

Clint felt he had made a wise choice by not agreeing to Harlee’s request. Otherwise, he would have wasted his money—Rhys was already on it, moving as if he’d flown on the wings of the news.

Back in the gaming room, Harlee heard Rhys enter and immediately turned, her voice dripping with sweetness.

“Honey, I’m craving something sweet.”

away at her request. What choice did he have? He had pampered her too much to deny

stroll and a satisfying treat, Harlee, nestled against

the baby. Such a

was the pregnancy hormones or if Harlee had always been this adorable. The Harlee

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hand rested on his

not me who’s tired.

that weak! When she was on a mission, sleep

and kissed

the baby’s fault.

her long-overdue, late afternoon

return to the Sanderson family estate, dreams of her past had been scarce. But this time, during her brief hour of rest, the past unfurled in her mind once more. Though it lasted only an hour, the dream stretched out endlessly, replaying her life’s

visions of Nola, from their first meeting to their bitter parting, flitted through her dream in disjointed flashes, lacking any discernible order—like snippets from various

from its grasp proved futile. It wasn’t until she had relived every moment tied

eyes flickered open, the vivid images from her dream dissolved slowly, leaving behind only the lingering visage

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