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my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Then they turned it around on us. "What about you two?" Big Mike asked, pointing between me and Harry. "How long have you worked together?" "Today is literally my first day," Harry said. "You’re doing great. Soon you’d be like our superhero princess! Listen to her ok, if you don't will make sure you do” Mike warned him jokingly. Superhero princess? Not bad. Harry's phone rang interrupting the talk. Harry looked like he was about to enter the ground as he picked and I looked at him apologetic knowing it was his mom yet again.

Liam feels weird. Harry is four years old this year, when he took Harry to the school to apply for admission, he had seen it written on his birth certificate, couldn't be wrong. But if he is not the son of an ex-boyfriend named Duong Yufei, whose son is he? Could it be that after Grainne broke up with Hank, there was another love?

chapter 64 WORLD RICHEST MAN HARRY HOFFMAN FINALLY UP FROM HIS COMA AFTER TWO MONTHS OF BEING IN HIS SLUMBER HIS FINALLY READY TO ADDRESS THE WORLD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND IS HOSTING A WELCOME PARTY FOR HIM . GOD BLESS HARRY . IT'S A GOOD THING HE SURVIVED . I PRAYED SO MUCH FOR THIS I HOPE THAT HE GETS BETTER .

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

They entered the Café, and Harry gritted his teeth when he saw Mat nodding to him from the side. "Uh, guys. I need to take a leak. Grab me a lemonade while you wait." Harry didn't wait for the answer and almost ran to the bathroom. Mat slapped a wax-sealed paper with the Council's seal on his chest and hugged him, hitting his shoulder. "Good to see you looking good and in one piece." "Thanks, Mat." Harry waited for his childhood friend to disappear so he could open the paper: _ Urgent mission. Destination: France. Solo undercover mission. Human protection._

Arosh figured Harry would give her the tissue she had taken due to Arosh's wet garments, however Harry bowed down and cleaned his chief's shoes and Harry frowned at her once more. "Harry!" Tim called him. And afterward he went to Time and Stevent's seat. She just moaned when Harry left, then she just took a tissue herself to clear the soil off her garments that were somewhat covered with ice espresso. Then, at that point, Fanky and Arosh sat in the vacant seat, Fanky was astounded by how Harry acted before, so she quickly asked Arosh. "Young lady, did you and Harry battle? For what reason does he appear to take a gander at you prior?" Fanky asked in bewilderment.

When I gave another unsure look, he added, "And he seems to be having a lot of fun talking to those guys over there, he doesn't look like he'd like to leave anytime soon." I looked to Chris to see him laughing heartily with a few men, one of which I recognised to be Freddy Boland. I knew if I told him what had happened earlier and that I wanted to leave, he'd drop whatever he was that he was doing even if deep down he didn't want to. I wouldn't have wanted him to do that. He seemed like he was genuinely enjoying himself. "Trust me, Grace, I am not a serial killer." Harry said again, holding both his hands up. "Scouts honour."

Leo, seated beside me, chuckled as he scrolled through his phone, already confident about his answer. “Oh, easy,” he murmured, his thumb pausing mid-scroll. “Influencers who post about their kids. Seriously, why put them out there like that?” His honesty sparked a round of laughs, and soon everyone was sharing their pet peeves. The conversation bounced around, each confession adding another layer of humor to the night. When it was my turn, I thought for a second before saying. “Harry.” I glanced around the room, but seeing the confusion on their faces further explained. “My father’s partner, not this Harry.”

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.