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

treat, Harlee, nestled against Rhys, patted

the baby.

always been this adorable. The Harlee who once rarely smiled had now turned into an absolute

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rested on his

who’s tired.

that weak! When she was on a mission, sleep was the last thing

kissed her

the baby’s fault. You’re just forced

into her long-overdue,

her 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

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

yet breaking free from its grasp proved futile. It wasn’t until

dissolved slowly, leaving behind only the lingering visage and venomous voice

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