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    “No need,” Jolene said coolly.


    Without another word, she descended the steps, pulled open the door, and slid effortlessly into the passenger seat.


    The car barely lingered before disappearing into the city lights.


    Leah remained rooted to the spot, her thoughts spiraling.


    And then, like a puzzle clicking into ce, realization dawned.


    No wonder the Pree couple had been disregarded for five years, only to suddenly be thrust into the spotlight.


    Jolene had found herself a powerful backer.


    And not just anyone—Waldo Ford. One of the country’s most formidablewyers. The second son of the Ford family, a dynasty that reigned over Lyhaton’s elite like kings of old.


    What kind of unbelievable luck did Jolene have?


    Inside the car, Jolene leaned back, answering a call from Corrine.


    “You’re out?” Corrine’s voice, always steady, hummed through the speaker.


    “Yeah,” Jolene drawled.


    “When is the trial?”


    “In two weeks.”


    A pause. Then Corrine spoke again.


    “I’ll go with you.”


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    Her tone softened slightly.


    “There’s a promotional shoot tomorrow. Someone will pick you up at nine.”


    Jolene sighed.


    “Alright.”


    She ended the call and then tilted her head as she noticed the car veering off course.


    Her lips curled in amusement.


    “Where exactly are you taking me at this hour?”


    Waldo cast her a sidelong nce, his expression unreadable.


    “What do you think?”


    Jolene let out a low chuckle.


    “You wouldn’t actually sell me off, would you?”


    The corner of his mouth lifted in a cryptic smirk.


    “What do you think?”


    “I think,” she murmured, leaning in slightly,


    “you wouldn’t be able to let go of me.”


    The car sped down the quiet road, and momentster, they arrived at Waldo’s apartment.


    Inside, the dim lighting cast flickering shadows along the walls, their entwined silhouettes stretching across the floor.


    The air thickened with unspoken tension, simmering between them, drawing them closer, dissolving restraint—until the sudden shrill of a phone shattered the moment.


    Breathing hard, Waldo reached for his phone, irritation shing across his face.


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