Chapter 139:
âThereâs a hundred million on this. The pin is the date you returned. If you run out, just let me know.â
âBrenton, really, Iâm fine financially.â
Brenton grinned slyly.
âThen why were you using paper to pad out your wallet?â
Harlee was rendered speechless. She had thought she would surely win the bet, and there would be no need to have a lot of cash on hand.
Her savings werenât exactly substantial, but she had a real knack for earning money!
âJust think of it as a little allowance from me.
Go on and take it.â Brenton shoved the card into her hand.
âItâs just a hundred million.
Donât kick up a fuss and give people something to snicker at.â
Harlee leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
âBrenton, are you saying there are others listening?â
âExactly!â Brenton lowered his voice as well, imitating her secretive tone.
âIncluding a certain troublemaker right in front of me.
Alright, itâs almost dawn. You should head off to bed.â
âAlright, and you should get some sleep too, Brenton!â
The time clocked at 6 a.m.
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In a bustling area renowned for its high-end properties, there lay a vast 300-square-meter apartment.
Except for a soft light spilling from the study, the entire complex was bathed in silence. This was where Rhys resided alone.
Rhys stood beside a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out over the cityscape. There was a shadow in his eyes, hinting at his effort to contain himself.
He walked over to the table, picked up a nearly empty cigarette pack, pulled one out, and bit its end pensively. The rising smoke framed his face, marked with lines of concern.
He had been waiting since the afternoon, through the night, and now into the early hours of the morningâ¦
Suddenly, his phone on the table rang. Rhys snatched it up quickly, and seeing the caller ID, a smile finally lit up his face for the first time that day.
âMiss Sanderson.â
Harlee was taken aback.
After heading back to her room, she had spent a long time in bed, restless and unable to find sleep. Realizing she hadnât yet called Rhys, she decided to try her luck, hardly expecting him to pick up so swiftly.
âMr. Green, youâre awake so early?â
âIâve been waiting for your call.â
In other words, he hadnât slept at all that night.
Harleeâs face showed a flicker of discomfort. If Rhys hadnât sounded so straightforward, she might have thought he was acting like a boyfriend who was upset about a missed call. Indeed, there was something inherently alluring about unintentional charm!
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