Chapter 1486:
Brenton met Harleeâs look with a confident stare. This was not his first attempt to agitate Rhys. Ever since Harleeâs marriage to Rhys, he had seized every chance to irritate Rhys, especially since Rhys always managed to secure the properties Brenton had eyed.
Rhys responded with a faint smile, his eyes slightly narrowed. He now felt satisfied owning those two pieces of land in the north and south, not feeling sorry for causing Brentonâs distress once again.
Just then, Rhys felt a hand encircle his waist. Looking down, he saw Harleeâs face adorned with a playful smirk. He chose to remain silent and adopt a subtleâ¦
The expression on Rhysâ face was seemingly aggrieved, as though he was silently implying that Brenton was bullying him, and he was too afraid to say anything.
When Brenton saw the faint hint of grievance on Rhysâ face, he was filled with annoyance, scorning that Rhys always adopted a pitiful demeanor in front of Harlee.
Brenton gave a disdainful snort. Today, he would demonstrate to Rhys the power of family bonds.
Brentonâs expression then softened to one of regret as he looked from Harlee to Rhys, sighing deeply.
âHarlee, Rhys is correct. This mess is my fault. I should have been more cautious. Please donât hold this against him. Heâs just overly protective of you, and thatâs why he may seem disrespectful to me.â
As Brenton spoke, his voice became quieter.
âItâs fine. Iâll apologize to him, and even if he doesnât accept my apology, Iâll give him the southern land. That should please him.â
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Brentonâs last words implied that Rhys valued the land over Harlee.
Tiffany was utterly taken aback. She could hardly believe Brenton would utter such words. She questioned if this was the same Brenton she knew. They were meant to handle Yvonne, but the situation had taken an unexpected turn. Yvonne must have been seething with anger by now, observing that they were clearly not taking her seriously and had diverted from addressing her situation.
Harlee arched an eyebrow and theatrically turned to face Rhys, a slight smile tugging at her lips, awaiting his response.
Rhys looked down, his voice low and resonant, still portraying a hint of hurt.
âBrenton, thereâs no need for an apology. While Iâve never erred in managing the Green Group, I understand that managing the Sanderson Group could lead to minor oversights. Harlee and I wonât hold it against you. Please donât be consumed by self-blame. Itâs good to have these things out in the open, and thereâs no need for apologies from either side.â
Rhysâ diplomatic yet somehow disingenuous words left the onlookers in shock. He could easily beat the best actors in the entertainment industry with his convincing expressions and compelling voice.
Observing the palpable tension between the two men, Harlee nonchalantly lowered her leg, picked a cherry from the table, popped it into her mouth, and suggested in a casual tone, âOh? If thereâs been some misunderstanding, why donât you two hug it out and let bygones be bygones?â
Rhys and Brenton looked at each other, caught off guard. In the next moment, neither willing to appear less gracious, they stood and embraced each other briefly. They whispered something to one another before returning to their seats.
A self-satisfied smirk played across Brentonâs face.
Rhysâ gaze briefly flickered, and then he gently wrapped his arm around Harlee, helping her settle comfortably against him.
The crew, wary of becoming embroiled in the tension, instinctively stepped back, keeping themselves out of earshot. They sensed the atmosphere was charged, yet no one dared to speak openly. Even the director remained mute, setting a cautious tone.
Harleeâs eyes narrowed as she looked dismissively at Yvonne, her expression one of sheer loathing.
At that moment, Yvonneâs resentment reached a boiling point. Observing the trioâs lighthearted demeanor, she felt an overwhelming urge to lash out. She was infuriated by the disregard everyone showed her. Noticing that Clint hadnât so much as glanced her way since his arrival, she questioned her own appeal.
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