"Take these leftovers with you and heat them up for dinner. If you don't want them, just toss them after you leave. But don't waste the wine-you two drank from it, none of us touched it. And trust me, this is top-shelf stuff. In your countryside, even if you had the money, you wouldn't be able to buy the real thing. If you did, it'd probably be fake."

Shiloh's eldest brother took the leftovers and the half-finished bottle of wine from Noel's hands.

That wine was no joke.

Even if Noel hadn't offered it, he would've asked for it himself.

He had never tasted anything this smooth in his life.

Marco checked the time before turning to them. "Whenever you're ready, you can go. We still have work to do at the company."

Then, he motioned for his younger brothers to carry the two suitcases out. Walking side by side with Shiloh's brothers, he spoke in a measured tone.

"Shiloh may not have been our biological sister, but she grew up in our family. Until she was twenty-five, we had no idea she wasn't actually related to us. We always treated her as one of our own.

Losing her... it hurts.

for help. We won't turn you away. But things aren't like they used to be-we don't make as much money now,

suitcases of clothes. Keep what fits, sell the rest. A lot of them are brand names, barely worn. Even secondhand,

minds,

dead, and country folk didn't have

another

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you. We appreciate anything you can give. Thank you for all these clothes-we'll self what we

loudly enough for Marco's household staff to

believe they had come for a

a brother-his willingness to help her family would make sense. Meanwhile, Noel loaded the suitcases into the

soon, three cars rolled out of his

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