Chapter 1711:

“There’s still some work left, but I handed it over to Patrick to deal with.”

As Brixton spoke, he reached out and playfully poked Felix’s chubby cheek, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Harlee, this little guy keeps getting cuter. I swear, I’m tempted to take him home.”

Harlee arched a delicate brow, her expression laced with amusement.

“Go ahead.”

Brixton’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He had expected a playful retort, not outright permission.

“Really? You can’t take that back! I’m bringing Felix home with me tonight!”

had initially been irked by Brixton’s interruption, suddenly found himself reevaluating the situation. If Brixton took Felix away, that meant his wife would finally be all

the company affairs,” Rhys said to Brixton coolly, as though handing down a

had just struck gold. He nodded eagerly, unable to believe his luck. Not only did he get a day off—a rare luxury—but he also had the chance to spend

and said nothing. She could already picture the scene: by tonight—no, by dawn—he

her apartment when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Errol—a man who had been absent from the public eye for quite some

where the

her gaze fell on him, void

grandfather, Serena saw him as nothing more than a stranger. More precisely, he was Harlee’s enemy, and that alone made

and the moment their

reputation precedes you. It’s one thing to hear of your brilliance, but

Serena was a world-renowned medical expert. Errol still had to win her favor, if

measured grace. Though she

it’s you, Mr.

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