Chapter 169: Chapter 169

Chapter 169:

“Oh, I forgot to introduce him. This is my uncle, Rhys.”

“Miss Sanderson, it’s been a while,” Rhys said to Harlee.

Brixton was taken aback.

“You two know each other?” He realized he was making a fool of himself, introducing them when they already knew each other.

Harlee nodded at Rhys courteously and greeted him, “Mr. Green, pleasant to see you here.”

All three of them walked into the VIP room together.

Harlee accepted the invite primarily because she had been overworked by Willis. Other than endless water, she had only been given a sandwich for the whole day.

She was nearly starving. She couldn’t wait any longer.

During the meal, Brixton couldn’t resist asking, “Rhys, how do you know Harlee?” Rhys did not respond.

Suddenly, Brixton exclaimed, “Was that woman from earlier trying to seduce you? Her tactics are so outdated.

Fake falls haven’t been a thing for years.”

Harlee’s eyes twinkled as she watched Rhys.

Rhys paused serving food and then deliberately placed a steak on Harlee’s plate.

Catching her intrigued look, he felt a hint of disappointment.

He added more food onto her plate and casually said, “Yes. Next time, stand in front of me to block such women. I don’t want the person I care about to get the wrong idea.”

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While Rhys spoke to Brixton, his gaze subtly shifted back to Harlee.

Brixton was shocked, thinking that Rhys, the lifelong bachelor, finally had a crush! Brixton’s mind buzzed with excitement.

Even amidst his thrill, he knew better than to make fun of Rhys.

He patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll block those women for you!”

Harlee appreciated Brixton’s understanding. If Brixton had pressed Rhys about who he was interested in, she might have struggled to maintain her composure.

Now it was Rhys’ turn to feel a pang of regret.

Brixton never seemed to ask the right questions at the appropriate moments. Rhys figured he might need to give Brixton some pointers later…

Throughout the meal, Harlee and Rhys spoke very little, mostly leaving Brixton to dominate the conversation. Nevertheless, Harlee accepted everything Rhys offered without hesitation.

At this time, Wade spotted Lindsay in the lobby of the Green Group.

He quickly approached her, his long legs covering the distance with ease.

“Lindsay, where did you fall? Are you hurt? Let me take you to the hospital.”

The receptionist rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Yeah, right.

Hurry up before the wound heals itself.”

Lindsay threw herself into Wade’s arms, her face a picture of distress, but as she did, she noticed the scent of a perfume that wasn’t hers. She frowned, irritated. Wade, unable to surpass his younger brother for the family fortune, had resorted to managing an entertainment company. The lingering perfume was clearly from a female celebrity. Suppressing her disgust, Lindsay feigned sobbing weakly in his embrace.

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