BuzzNovelChapter 1471: At the entrance of the Gilded Club, Wesson crouched near a flowerbed, surrounded by cigarette stubs, his face marked by growing irritation as he texted Margo.
"Margo, it's been two hours! I've been standing by the door for two hours! Can I stop waiting already?" He hoped his usually caring sister would not let him wait any longer, considering it was unclear when Harlee would exit or whether she would even use the main entrance.
Yet, Margo's response made his mouth twitch and his expression darken.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It's only been two hours. Don't botheruntil you've waited at least eight or nine hours. Exercise patience!" Wesson wanted to retract his previous remarks. His sister was no longer a doting sibling when it cto Harlee. Eight or nine hours? He laughed to himself. If he hadn't seen Harlee by then, his sister would likely have told him not to contact her until a full day had passed. He shouldn't have messaged her.
Suddenly, the doors swung open. Wesson instinctively looked up and spotted familiar figures emerging. His spirits soared. He rose swiftly, ignoring his stiff legs, and hurried toward Harlee.
Naturally, to avoid being mistaken for an enemy by those flanking Harlee, Wesson slowed his pace as the distance between them shortened.
Wesson bypassed Robbie and the others, stopped before Harlee, bowed slightly, and respectfully handed her a document, explaining its significance.
"Harlee, this is a recent contract between the Jensen family and Nola, concerning oil fields. Should you have any conflicts with Nola, the Jensen family is willing to terminate this contract at any moment and cease all dealings with her." Latest chapters g@InovalsUpon hearing this, Robbie and the others turned their gazes toward Wesson. The Jensen family was prepared to nullify an oil field contract just like that? Such a decision was what others hesitated to take.
Harlee maintained an unflappable demeanor. She merely arched an eyebrow, leaned toward Wesson, and murmured, "Instruct Margo to manage the business dealings as she sees fit, and I'll be seeking a new deal with her shortly." Once again shocked by Harlee's commanding presence, Wesson lowered his head and responded respectfully, "Understood. I will relay your message exactly. What should be done about this contract?" Harlee looked at Wesson and said slowly, "Rest assured, I won't pursue your family on this." Relieved, Wesson nodded. His task completed, he bowed again and walked straight to his black Bentley after securing Harlee's nod of approval to depart.
Rhys, his arm around Harlee's waist, watched Wesson retreat with penetrating, dark eyes. Had the Jensen family from Gruinia ever clashed with Harlee before? They seemed quite intimidated by her.
Inside the car, the hum of the engine was the only sound. Patrick was behind the wheel, his eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Harlee nestled comfortably into Rhys' arms, her eyes heavy, teetering on the edge of sleep.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRhys, ever so gentle, ran his hand across Harlee's shoulder, hoping to lull her into rest. Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, tapping the screen to silence it, but a non the message stopped him in his tracks-Uwhor. He paused, his head lowering slightly, then spoke in a low voice, barely above a whisper.
"Babe, do you wantto handle the aftermath in Uwhor?"
Harlee's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. Without-atrace of hesitation, she met his gaze, her tone cool but sure. "It's already taken care of."
Rhys offered a small smile, not pressing further. He knew Harlee was her own person, fiercely independent.
не never intended to tie her down with his love. But if anything threatened her safety, he wouldn't think twice about keeping her close.
Slipping his arm around her shoulders, Rhys let the subject drift into the quiet.
"How about something spicy for dinner?" he asked casually changing ve the topic with ease.
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