Chapter 125:
But what puzzled her was why.
Harlee couldnât ignore the fact that Rhys was already engaged.
Did he really think he could ditch his fiancée like some character in a soap opera to pursue âtrue loveâ? Harlee found the idea amusing.
Having spent so much time with the shameless Etta, she had impulsively allowed herself to keep interacting with an engaged man this long.
Harlee was usually rational, and she buried any emerging feelings for Rhys as soon as they surfaced. Tonightâs mistake happened because, after realizing Rhys had been quietly helping her, she felt deeply moved. She acknowledged he could be an ideal boyfriend, but he was already committed to someone else.
Harlee wiped away some grease from the corner of her mouth and said flatly, âThank you, Mr. Green, for your efforts tonight.
However, please donât have anyone follow Ritchie again.
Heâs my friend. Iâll deal with the Diaz family issues myself.
Also, thanks for joining me at the street barbecue tonight.â
With those final words, Harlee turned and walked away, maintaining her composed demeanor. She refused to hold on to feelings that were inappropriate.
As Rhys watched Harlee walk away, he was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. She knew everything, including his romantic feelings for her and his secret monitoring of Ritchieâ¦
âDamn it! What lousy advice Hamilton had given me on how to pursue a girl?â A flicker of anger passed through Rhysâ eyes.
He regretted taking romantic advice from Hamilton, who was a lifelong bachelor.
At that moment, he felt an urge to destroy the guidebook on pursuing women, authored by Hamilton.
Nonetheless, Rhys was not ready to give up.
His grandfather had always told him to follow his heart. So, he decided he would still treat Harlee well without becoming fixated on the results.
The next day, Mauriceâs assistant presented the gathered information on Ritchieâs recent years to Maurice. Maurice, seeing only information from before Ritchie left the country years ago, watched his assistant of over ten years with suspicion.
Had his assistant been bribed?
The assistant, under Mauriceâs doubtful gaze, felt wronged.
He knew Maurice knew all the information in the report he had just handed over, but he couldnât find anything substantial.
Despite toiling all night and tapping into various sources, he found no clues about Ritchieâs activities after he left the country. It was as if that chapter of his life had been erased.
Even the woman who had gone with Ritchie to the Tartarus Club left no trace behind.
Maurice slammed the documents on the desk, his grin carrying a hint of danger.
âNo wonder Ritchie is Whitney Diazâs sonâtruly a piece of work!â Mauriceâs face darkened.
He should have dealt with Ritchie back then!
Twisting the ring around his thumb, Maurice started planning ways to eliminate Ritchie.
As for that woman seen with Ritchie last nightâ¦
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