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Russell’s gaze carried a cold sharpness as he observed the Harmon family’s attitude toward Zoey—cruel and callous. Their visit wasn’t to bring Zoey back but to demand a hefty dowry. “How much do you think Zoey is worth?” His voice was detached and icy. Jordan’s eyes lit up. “As the head of the Maddox family, you can’t afford to give too little—it wouldn’t be dignified if word got out.” Dahlia chimed in, “Exactly. Besides, Zoey is exceptional in both looks and talent.” Zoey sneered. “Oh? Then can you tell me what my major was in college?” Dahlia’s lips twitched awkwardly. “Well, whatever it was, it must’ve been excellent. Now you’re an S-tier designer at Galaxy Studio, earning billions annually. Setting aside family background, how many socialites out there can compare to you? R