Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569

Chapter 1569:

From the very first meeting, Tiffany had given each member of the Sanderson family nothing but sincerity. Yet, she stubbornly held on to the belief that she was nothing but a hypocrite.

“I’m not a good person either,” Harlee said, her lips curving into a slight smile, but her voice was strikingly earnest.

Tiffany was speechless when she heard this. It was as if she had been struck by lightning. She had expected that after today, her friendship with Harlee would be over, but Harlee’s reaction seemed… Harlee didn’t seem bothered by her selfish thoughts at all. Why was that? Didn’t everyone want to form genuine friendships?

“You have your principles, and that’s all that matters.”

Tilting her head thoughtfully, Harlee continued, “To be honest, I figured out who you really were the moment we met, and I didn’t mind.”

After all, Harlee had grown up in the Gill family, where she was constantly overlooked and had fought tooth and nail to rise to the top. Tiffany stared at Harlee, wide-eyed with surprise, as Harlee added, “Oh, and it’s not just me who knows.”

Clint knew too. That was why he was so protective of Tiffany. But he didn’t know how to win her heart because, in his world, survival didn’t require the sacrifices she had to make.

Tiffany’s expression changed from confusion to utter shock. She hadn’t seen this coming. She had believed that once she exposed her true self, her ties with the Sanderson family would be completely severed.

Harlee raised an eyebrow, resting her hand on her chin. Her eyes sparkled with a touch of amusement as she said slowly, “By the way, Clint and Fel have already gone to Grand Oak.”

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Tiffany still couldn’t adjust to the reality right away. She stood frozen for what felt like three full minutes before nodding absentmindedly. Turning back to the window, she silently accepted the whirlwind of changes. She didn’t even stop to wonder how Harlee had suddenly shown up at the studio from Felix’s side earlier. All she felt was love.

At the Grand Oak, Harlee and Tiffany walked side by side toward the door of a private room. Suddenly, Harlee halted and turned her head to take a call.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, Harlee glanced at Tiffany and said, “Fel’s inside. You can go in first. I have something to take care of.”

Tiffany nodded stiffly as she watched Harlee leave before gently pushing open the door.

Meanwhile, nestled in Rhys’ embrace, Harlee allowed a slow smile to spread across her lips. She tilted her head back and asked, “Do you think it will succeed this time?”

“It’s a fifty-fifty chance,” Rhys replied lazily. He had always known about Harlee’s attempts to match Tiffany with Clint. What puzzled him was why she kept trying after so many failures.

“I’m leaning toward success this time. Want to make a bet?” Her eyes were half-closed as she playfully pinched his palm.

Rhys smiled softly. His voice turned warm and affectionate as he replied, “Alright, I’m game. What are we betting?”

“We’ll see.”

Without responding directly, Harlee curled her lips and narrowed her eyes. Though she had sent Felix to lend a hand, she knew better than to try and read the unpredictable dance between men and women. It was wiser to hold her cards close, not rushing to settle the bet just yet.

Inside the private room, Clint stepped forward, cradling Felix in his arms. His lips curled into a subtle smile, and he asked Tiffany in a deep, gentle voice, “Did someone bully you again?”

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