The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 2871

Dahlia’s fans actually dare to dream of her marrying into their own kind of old money without weighing her own value.

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“I bet it’s gotta be some daughter from the inner circle, you know, someone on their level. Otherwise, the Harris family wouldn’t give her the time of day. Y’all are seriously underestimating the old guard in that family.”

“Yeah, if I had a son that sharp, I’d naturally want a daughter-in-law who’s his match.”

“It’s the 21st century, folks, and you’re still playing by these medieval rules. Maybe the guy himself doesn’t even think like that, and y’all are acting like wicked in-laws already! And saying Dahlia’s not good enough – do you even know her status in the dance world?

She’s returned from abroad with her reputation gold-plated, a rising star in the scene. Yet, in your mouths, it’s like she’s nothing. She’s a self-made success, and I say she’s more than good enough for your Mr. Harris. Sounds like someone’s just bitter seeing others doing better than themselves.”

“Ha, we’re just being realistic here. Who’s richer than them? We’re just ordinary folks with our monthly salaries, and minding their business is really pointless.”

Harris Group on this vast internet? They should know who the boss’s

was. Nolan had a whirlwind wedding. He simply instructed the IT department to update the website with a notice congratulating their CEO on

the boss’ good news. Who

holding onto their positions there could they hope for future benefits, and people out there were breaking down doors to get

that giving Nolan space to think would

she scrolled through the announcement, she swept everything off her desk in a fit of rage. Even her agent stepped into the

can’t have Dahlia tripping over anything – her feet are worth their

Dahlia didn’t seem to care one bit as she slumped onto the couch, “What’s so precious about my feet? I didn’t even hold onto my man, so what good is talking about anything

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hurried over to sit beside her and tried to offer comfort, “Maybe it’s

you know? He’s Mr. Harris, for crying out loud. How could he get married without anyone knowing? Don’t you have his number? One call and you’d know if he’s

Nolan hadn’t