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Remington extended the invitation, and Hannah couldn't find a reason to say no.
"Sure.
I'm free today.
A walk sounds nice.
" As they headed down the stairs, they bumped into Maloney, who was just coming out from the third floor.
Maloney looked them over with a cheeky smile.
"Hannah, got any plans with Mr.
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Mr.
Lyons offered to showaround.
"That sounds like a plan.
Approaching with a grin, Maloney chimed in, "I was about to look for you.
Thought we could go for a walk.
He turned to Remington with a hopeful look.
"Mind if I tag along?" Maloney always knew how to intrude, and his boldness made Remington's smile falter.
The silence that followed was heavy, with Remington staying mute.
The mood got noticeably tense.
Then, from the stairs, someone broke the quiet with a frosty, "Excuse me.
Hannah turned to see Bryson.
She made way for him.
As Bryson made his way upstairs, Remington caught up with him, offering, "Bry, wanna cfor a walk with us?" 's BunnyBookery "Not feeling it.
" Bryson quickly had a servant activate his room's fingerprint lock, then went straight inside.
Bryson showing up eased the awkwardness.
Remington looked at Maloney and said, "Mr.
Pierce, you're welcto cwith us.
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Stepping out of the villa, she kept looking towards where Dotson and the others had gone.
The dense greenery obscured her view of the buildings beyond, Leaving her to glimpse them faintly through the trees.
Pointing towards a distant road, Hannah asked Remington, "What's out that way?" Remington followed her gaze and nonchalantly replied, "That's a golf course.
Past that, a bunch of villas serve as accommodations.
That's also where tomorrow's race will be.
Tomorrow's race is set beyond those villas.
"
Remington turned his attention to Hannah and said, "Miss Moore, I've heard you have quite the knack for driving. Tomorrow, we'll get to see your skills in action.
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Was she being serious?
Upstairs in the villa, Bryson watched 298th from his window as the tria om conversed and strolled together.
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