Chapter 1471:

At the entrance of the Gilded Club, Wesson crouched near a flowerbed, surrounded by cigarette stubs, his face marked by growing irritation as he texted Margo.

“Margo, it’s been two hours! I’ve been standing by the door for two hours! Can I stop waiting already?”

He hoped his usually caring sister would not let him wait any longer, considering it was unclear when Harlee would exit or whether she would even use the main entrance.

Yet, Margo’s response made his mouth twitch and his expression darken.

“It’s only been two hours. Don’t bother me until you’ve waited at least eight or nine hours. Exercise patience!”

Wesson wanted to retract his previous remarks. His sister was no longer a doting sibling when it came to Harlee. Eight or nine hours? He laughed to himself. If he hadn’t seen Harlee by then, his sister would likely have told him not to contact her until a full day had passed. He shouldn’t have messaged her.

Suddenly, the doors swung open. Wesson instinctively looked up and spotted familiar figures emerging. His spirits soared. He rose swiftly, ignoring his stiff legs, and hurried toward Harlee.

an enemy by those flanking Harlee, Wesson slowed his pace as the distance

Robbie and the others, stopped before Harlee, bowed slightly, and respectfully handed her a document,

the Jensen family and Nola, concerning oil fields. Should you have any conflicts with Nola,

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turned their gazes toward Wesson. The Jensen family was prepared to nullify an

“Instruct Margo to

respectfully, “Understood. I will relay your message exactly. What should be done about

slowly, “Rest assured,

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dark eyes. Had the

only sound. Patrick was behind the wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at

lull her into rest. Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, tapping the screen to silence it,

to handle the

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