Chapter 140: Chapter 140

Chapter 140:

It was uncommon for Harlee to find someone genuinely intriguing, yet Rhys was already promised to another. She let out a deep sigh.

Ever observant, Rhys remembered how Harlee’s demeanor had changed when Lindsay had mentioned he had a “fiancée.”

Rhys hastily said, “My so-called fiancée is merely someone my parents have chosen for me. I don’t have any real affection for her. We haven’t even met.”

Harlee felt slightly uncomfortable.

“We’re just friends. There’s no need for such confessions.” Yet, the smile curling her lips suggested otherwise. She quickly shifted the topic, saying, “Thanks for sending over the Tartarus Club surveillance footage so quickly today.”

Rhys smiled.

He could clearly sense, even through the call, that Harlee was warming up to him. Well…

His explanation was well-timed.

“You’re welcome,” Rhys said, making his tone as gentle as he could.

“Remember, you never need to thank me.”

Harlee was at a loss for words, quickly mentioning she was going back to sleep and ending the call.

From his childhood, Rhys had always had clear ambitions, including his ideal partner.

His father wanted him to choose a wife who would advance his career, whereas his mother dreamed of him marrying her best friend’s daughter to strengthen family bonds. Rhys had never protested because he lacked any romantic interest in women.

But now… Now, he was experiencing something entirely new.

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For the first time, Rhys, the heir to the Green family who had never been swayed by romantic notions, had burst out laughing with joy.

A few days later, under the bright sun and clear skies, Shipley was in his hospital bed, awaiting Maurice’s return with a miserable Harlee.

But Maurice did not come back.

Just as Shipley was about to call Maurice, the door to his room swung open. Two prosecutors and two police officers entered.

“Who are you?” Shipley demanded, glaring at the strangers who had entered his room. These individuals were working under Callum’s orders, and their faces were unfamiliar to him.

The chief prosecutor had spent the night compiling evidence against Maurice and Millard. The investigation revealed they had embezzled nearly a billion dollars and were implicated in harming a teenage girl. The officers accompanying the prosecutor carried themselves with a stern, unfriendly demeanor.

“You’ve been accused of molesting a minor. You need to come with us,” one of the officers stated firmly.

Shipley scoffed, dismissing their words.

“Oh, handle it yourselves. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

To his shock, the officers didn’t hesitate. They pulled him out of bed and handcuffed him with swift efficiency.

“What the hell are you doing? Do you know who my father is? Or my mother? Mark my words—if you cross my family, you’ll regret it!” Shipley snarled, struggling against their grip.

The lead prosecutor remained calm, signaling to the officers to restrain Shipley on the hospital bed.

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