Chapter 1268: Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268:

Rhys looked ready to intervene, but Patrick quickly said, “Of course. And don’t worry. The role won’t demand much of your time.”

Jameson gave a slight nod, his attitude shifting toward acceptance. Rhys’ intentions were clear and considerate, so he had no reason to refuse.

Jameson took a business card from his pocket and handed it to Patrick. “If you need me, just give this number a call. There’s no need for another visit.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ramos.” Patrick accepted the card with gratitude. Jameson walked confidently back to his shop, and this time, no one stood in his path.

As Jameson walked back, he suddenly turned around and smiled at Rhys. “Mr. Green, allow me to offer a piece of unsolicited advice. Don’t treat your wife with the same demeanor you display toward me, or you might break her heart.”

Jameson shook his head as he stepped back into his shop. His advice stemmed from his own failed relationship with his partner, and he hoped Rhys could avoid the fate of ending up alone throughout his life.

Rhys didn’t take offense. Instead, he smiled, a softness in his demeanor when it came to matters involving Harlee.

Before climbing into his car, Rhys paused, looked at Patrick, and said calmly, “You’re starting to remind me of Hamilton.”

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Caught off guard by the comparison, Patrick was momentarily speechless, a rare occurrence for him. He pondered if he was indeed becoming like Hamilton. Aware that he was far from matching Hamilton’s capabilities, he still felt a sense of validation from Rhys’ comment.

As Rhys settled into the car and closed the door, Patrick headed to the passenger side, murmuring to himself with a grin, “Ah, Hamilton, looks like I, your apprentice, have finally matured. I’ve moved beyond the naive guy who only knew how to fight.”

Upon Rhys’ return to the Sanderson family home, Harlee had finished her breakfast and navigated through her family’s concerned inquiries. She was now in the study discussing strategic moves with Brenton.

Rhys pushed the door open and entered.

Brenton looked up, motioning with his eyes for Rhys to take a seat.

“I am fine,” Rhys said calmly.

Rhys then walked over to Harlee and asked, “Are you discussing the future of Shadow Moon Company?”

A year prior, Harlee had committed to establishing a company for the Shadow Moon Society and Rhys’ team. Yet, coordinating such a large group discreetly had proven more challenging than anticipated. Many of them were assassins with deep-seated vendettas, limiting those who could safely come forward to a select few.

“Yes,” Harlee responded, her voice tinged with concern as she sipped her soup. She had gone over this matter with Rhys, Lonnie, Brenton, Nathaniel, and Brice, but it felt like each plan was lacking something important.

Rhys, gently smoothing the creases on her brow, said, “Actually, I believe Brenton’s idea has value.”

Rhys refused to restrict Harlee’s activities due to her pregnancy. Understanding her concern for the Shadow Moon Company, he helped her analyze the issue. “Those men are used to a life of hardship. If we abruptly change their environment, they’ll feel lost. Perhaps a farmhouse restaurant could offer them a new beginning to rebuild their lives from the ground up.”

Brenton had proposed establishing a farmhouse restaurant, where their previous subordinates would be relocated to a panoramic location to engage in farming, livestock raising, and managing a lively country inn. Their physical resilience was not in question.

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