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    He had never dreamed that the girl his son had tried to harm was someone like that.


    For a long moment, Lamont sat there stunned, unable to respond.


    When he finally found his voice, he turned to Holley and said hoarsely,


    “Then can you do something to save him? You—”


    Holley cut him off coldly, saying,


    “I can’t do anything to help him. Do you seriously think someone like me could possibly make contact with people of that echelon?”


    Lamont’s panic grew.


    “Then what do we do? There must be something; we can’t just give up!”


    “I can’t do anything about it.” Holley shrugged.


    She then looked at Lamont with disdain.


    “I warned you that Irondeer University wasn’t a ce for your son. Everyone there is from a powerful family. But you wouldn’t listen; you insisted I help get your son enrolled. Fine, I used every connection I had to make it happen, and now look! Your son has gotten himself in trouble and offended one of the most powerful families.”


    After a pause, she continued,


    “There’s nothing else I can do. Your son made his bed. Now he’ll have to lie in it.”


    Lamont sat in silence, his expression dark and grim.


    “I’ve told you everything I know. I will leave now,” Holley said as she stood up and turned toward the door.


    She had barely taken two steps before Lamont’s voice echoed behind her.


    “Wait!”


    Holley turned, brows furrowed in annoyance.


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    “What now?”


    “I’ve already told you—there’s nothing I can do for your son!” Holley snapped, her voice tight with exasperation.


    “You expect me to defy one of the most powerful families in the city? I can’t do that. Pressure me all you want, Lamont; it won’t change anything.”


    Lamont narrowed his eyes, his tone dropping.


    “You can’t help me with that, but maybe your daughter can.”


    At those words, Holley’s eyes instantly sharpened, her pupils shrinking with rm. A beat passed in tense silence before sheposed herself.


    “What makes you think my daughter can do that?” she retorted, voice sharp.


    “What makes you believe she has connections to the eight powerful families? She’s no more capable of fixing this than I am.”


    Lamont responded with a low, coldugh.


    “Is that so?” he said, his voice dripping with irony.


    “Then tell me—how did she manage to marry Lucas, who is from the rk family, the most powerful family? That’s no small feat.”


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