Chapter 154: Chapter 154

Chapter 154:

All it took was pulling the Green and Torres families’ financial support from them, ensuring a gradual financial decline through their dwindling cash reserves. Yet, Rhys had no intention of following through on that plan.

Indeed, Brixton was on to something. If Brixton dedicated himself, his mother’s spirits would surely soar. Thus, Rhys resolved to pave the way for Brixton to launch a new venture, mentoring him in the nuances of navigating fierce corporate waters through hands-on experience.

As Harlee stepped away from the Tartarus Club, memories of the steak she once enjoyed with Rhys lingered in her mind.

Compelled by nostalgia, she decided to relive that experience.

Adelina had long been captivated by tales of the breathtaking views from the window-side restaurant perched on the 66th floor of the Grand Oak, which boasted a sweeping panorama of Baythorn.

After much persuasion, Liam had finally consented to take her there.

Upon arriving, Liam’s gaze immediately found Harlee by the entrance, her expression one of deep yearning for the grandeur of the Grand Oak.

His heart tugged at the sight.

“Harlee, it’s been a while. Why do you look so worn out? I’m escorting Adelina upstairs for dinner.

Care to join us?” he asked.

“No, thank you,” Harlee responded crisply, her tone detached.

“I don’t want my appetite to be affected.”

Taken aback by her frankness, Liam’s face momentarily betrayed his irritation.

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“Your pride, always getting in the way! Despite Adelina being our own, you’d been a part of the Gill family for years.

Do you really think we’d cast you aside ruthlessly?”

Harlee said nothing, merely observing Liam as he continued. Just then, Adelina stepped out of a different car, her hair styled meticulously for the evening’s dinner event.

“Dad, who are you talking to?”

Catching sight of Harlee, Adelina’s expression changed to one of disappointment.

“Oh, it’s just you, Harlee. I was puzzled about why my dad would engage with someone like… Well, don’t take it personally, Harlee. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Liam chuckled.

“Harlee, Adelina is young and often speaks impulsively. Please, don’t take it to heart. Let’s head upstairs together, shall we?”

A wave of unease washed over Adelina. She had pleaded for days for Liam to take her to the Grand Oak, and now here was Harlee, uninvited yet poised to share in her moment of triumph? Dream on!

With feigned warmth, Adelina latched onto Liam’s arm.

“Dad, are you really considering bringing Harlee along to dinner? I have no objections, of course, but I’m concerned her attire might lead to us being turned away at the door.”

While her words feigned support for Harlee’s inclusion, the underlying message was clear.

Harlee’s plain appearance might prove an embarrassment. In Baythorn, dining at the exclusive 66th floor of the Grand Oak was a privilege that demanded more than mere affluence.

A coveted membership was essential. Without it, one could only dine below the 66th floor.

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