“Who knows? But after all the mistakes she’s made, I doubt she’d do it again. Besides, it seems like she’s starting to look up to you.”
Samuel’s eyes glinted as a mischievous idea struck him, and he chuckled.
“Seriously, Hannah, if Lionel starts bothering you again, just send Cherry over to bother him instead. It’s not like she has anything better to do.”
Hannah shot Samuel a thoughtful, sideways glance.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I was just trying to help.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just think that’s an excellent idea. When we get home, I’ll see what Cherry’s up to. I have to go back to the office in a couple of days, and if Lionel shows up again, I won’t have the time or energy for him. Cherry can handle it.”
She had to admit, Samuel’s idea was brilliant.
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Meanwhile.
After Samuel left, Lionel sat alone in the cafe, lost in thought for a long time.
About half an hour later, he finally got up, left the cafe, and drove home.
When he arrived, he found Sandra in the living room, along with an unwelcome visitor.
“What are you doing in my house?”
Lionel glared at Quennel, who was seated comfortably in the center of the sofa with a cup of coffee and some pastries beside him.
Steam was still rising from the cup, suggesting he hadn’t been there long.

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