Chapter 1244: Chapter 1244

Chapter 1244:

Several uniformed staff members stood outside the building, paid by Rhys to work before working hours, opening the doors. Patrick and Robbie stood nearby.

“Let’s go. You’ve already spent a million to get them here early. We can’t back out now,” Harlee said, unbuckling her seatbelt and placing her hand in Rhys’.

Rhys gripped her hand firmly, his palm slightly sweaty. His deep, loving gaze locked onto hers as he said, “Lee, marry me. No matter when we hold the wedding, obtaining this marriage license means you’re mine forever.” With hands shaking, he drew a diamond wedding ring from his pocket. If Harlee hadn’t steadied his hand, he might have let it slip through his fingers.

Harlee smiled and guided his hand to slip the ring onto her finger, whispering, “I do.”

As the ring settled on her finger, tears of happiness brimmed in Rhys’ eyes. It had been three years. Three long years, and now he was finally able to marry the woman he loved.

Gathering himself, Rhys opened the car door for Harlee and assisted her out. “Let’s go, future Mrs. Green. It’s time to make this official.”

They entered hand in hand, their fingers locked together, both radiating.

Inside the city hall, Robbie and Patrick stood ready, presenting the necessary documents to the staff.

“Here are the documents for Miss Sanderson,” Robbie said as he handed over Harlee’s paperwork.

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“And these are for Mr. Green,” Patrick interjected, passing Rhys’ documents.

“Alright, alright!” The staff took the documents with the excitement of lottery winners. Despite their professional front, they couldn’t help but steal glances at Rhys and Harlee while processing the forms. Overtime shifts like this? Bring them on! After all, who wouldn’t leap out of bed for the chance to earn a million dollars just for starting work a few hours early?

Reviewing the paperwork, the staff members exchanged knowing looks, and then one asked with a courteous smile, “Mr. Green, Miss Sanderson, do you have a prenuptial agreement?”

For high-profile individuals like them, prenuptial agreements were often routine. It was merely a part of their standard process.

Rhys responded without hesitation, “No need. She already holds all my assets.”

The staff members were taken aback. Wait, what they had just heard? The head of the Green Group handed over all his assets to Harlee? This little piece of news could be worth its weight in gold!

Robbie noticed the officer’s attention wandering and gently said, “Hi. You can go ahead with the paperwork. Miss Sanderson and Mr. Green don’t require those forms.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” The officer gave a blank nod.

It took almost a minute more for the officers to recall their responsibilities, and they started to duplicate and print the needed documents.

After a while, the staff slid the forms to Harlee and Rhys, offering a respectful smile. “Please review your personal information. If everything looks correct, you can sign here.”

Harlee examined the forms thoroughly. Satisfied everything was correct, she signed her name and handed them to Rhys.

Rhys examined them carefully and then signed his name with a flourish, as if he were an artist signing his masterpiece.

With the paperwork complete, Rhys held the marriage certificates, flipping them over with a victorious grin, as though he had just won a major award. His lips twisted into a proud smile, reminiscent of a child savoring a special treat.

Harlee chuckled along with him. “Are they really that nice to look at?”

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