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Chapter 136: Snoring???
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2026-07-24 14:00:09Knox began pacing the small space behind his desk, his movement jerky and caffeinated. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, carving shapes in the air as if he were trying to sculpt the very concept of Oliver’s laughter. “Ach, Harper, if he is laughin', ye're in danger. No' physical danger—guidness, naw—but emotional peril! Ye're fallin' for the most dangerous kind o' man... the one who's secretly interestin'!” he stopped abruptly, pointing a finger at her with
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