A lie repeated often enough becomes the truth. Combine that with the fact that some people despised the wealthy and hated seeing others succeed, and it was a recipe for disaster. The moment someone started a smear campaign, others would gladly jump in to trample her.
"Don't worry about it. Leave it to me," Owen said.
"Now that sounds like a proper mentor."
"I'll knock you out. When do I not act like your mentor?" Owen gritted his teeth in exasperation. "I saw you chatting away with Harvey down there. Why not ask him for help?"
Ask Harvey for help? Did he even have the power for that?
Mira looked up at him, studying his face. "Are you jealous?"
"Nonsense. Why would I be jealous?" He quickly looked away.
Mira rolled her eyes. "Relax. We're the real team here. He's just a classmate and a friend. You're much closer." Sometimes, Owen acted like a complete child.
"Didn't you say I hadn't played the proper host yet? Finish work early tomorrow, and I'll take you to my place," Owen suggested after a moment's thought.
"Your place?" Mira's eyes went wide. He couldn't possibly mean the Lance family estate, could he?
Owen saw right through her. "Not what you're thinking. You'll see when we get there."
"Alright, alright. I'm looking forward to it."


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