Chapter 1473:
Her comment was met with collective eye-rolls. Robbie had already pinged the group chat, so Oaklee knew perfectly well about the meal.
Earlier, Oaklee had parted ways with them at the Gilded Club, claiming she couldnât stand to watch the lovebirds in action, but in reality, sheâd gone off to flirt with some man.
Oaklee set the desserts down in front of Harlee. Even though they didnât cross paths too often, she knew exactly what Harlee liked. After something spicy, Harlee always craved mango-flavored treats.
âBy the way, how do you plan to handle the Happer family?â Oaklee asked between bites of chocolate cake.
âAre you going to help them choose a new family head, or just let them tear each other apart?â
Harleeâs voice was slow, almost languid, as she replied, âThereâs no need to rush. The Happer family head isnât going anywhere soon.â
She glanced at Serena and then turned away, saying, âOaklee, get a detailed investigation into the Happer family tree.â
Oaklee nearly choked on her cake, her eyes wide in surprise.
âThe Happer family tree? Harlee, youâre not planning on wiping out the whole Happer family, are you?â
Harlee didnât bother explaining herself. Instead, she just urged Oaklee to get on with the task. Serenaâs real identity was something that needed to remain under wraps for now.
Serena, her heart swelling with gratitude, glanced at Harlee. She understood exactly why Harlee had asked for the investigation. Harlee wasnât just protecting her; she was also helping her uncover the truth about her biological parents. The fact that Harlee hadnât explained anything further spoke volumesâit was a shield, protecting Serena from unnecessary attention.
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Serena had once yearned for the love of her birth parents, but now⦠with Harlee and the Shadow Moon Society members, the presenceâor absenceâof her biological parents hardly seemed to matter.
Once Harlee finished her mango cake at her usual relaxed pace, the conversation shifted, bouncing between different topics. The lively energy returned, and no one seemed in a hurry to sleep.
Of course, while the singles had their own routines, the couples had their own nighttime rituals.
Seeing Harlee content and satisfied, Rhys made the call to leave, ushering everyone toward the presidential suite next door.
âRhys, you can leave, but why are you dragging Harlee with you? You jerkâ¦â
Oaklee, already tipsy, slurred the words.
Patrick, quick on his feet, covered her mouth before she could say more. He and Thiago exchanged a knowing glance and swiftly carried her off to the next room.
âWell, itâs getting late. Time to hit the hay.â
âYeah, letâs get some sleepâ¦â
The group chuckled awkwardly before scrambling to make a hasty exit, eager to avoid Rhysâ wrath.
Rhys and Harlee found themselves in the bathroom, the air charged with undeniable tension. His hands gently traced the curve of Harleeâs slim waist as he effortlessly lifted her onto the sink.
In that split second when Harlee was momentarily caught off guard, Rhys closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
The passion of the kiss seemed to melt every inch of her being. One hand cradled the back of her head, while the other explored the contours of her waist. The mingling of their breaths drew them closer, as if nothing in the world mattered but this moment.
Harleeâs voice trembled with a playful tone as she gazed into his dark, intense eyes, her eyebrows slightly arched.
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