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Prince Harad's POV still We leave the penthouse in the women's lavish vehicle. They have come well-prepared, their spacious vehicle is capable of comfortably accommodating six people, three of whom are robustly built men. As I sank into the back seat, I observed the proceedings. This seems perfectly set up to me. With Shiri behind the wheel, we zoomed towards a bustling pub nestled in the heart of town, roughly twenty minutes from Stan's eatery. To be honest, I was hoping we'd go there and I'd be able to catch a glimpse of Cissy or even pull her aside for a chat. We are currently seated on the terrace in a VIP corner with prime views of the bustling street. In front of me, there is a large table filled with all sorts of delicacies being served. But my appetite just can't get going, dam