Chapter 1690: Chapter 1690

Chapter 1690:

Elva felt a slight relief at his words, though worry still gnawed at her insides.

“Okay, let’s go find Harlee now,” she said anxiously, grabbing Fleming’s hand.

“Let’s go.”

Fleming held onto Elva’s hand and led her toward the car. His sister was great in every way, but she was so bold that she often made people who didn’t know her nervous. On the bright side, however, it helped create more opportunities for him and Elva to get closer.

Inside a skyscraper somewhere in Uwhor, Patrick knocked on the door, tablet in hand, and then stepped into Rhys’ office. His brows were furrowed, his expression grave.

Patrick placed the tablet on the desk and said in a deep voice, “Mrs. Green, something has happened to your wife.”

Rhys, who had been in the middle of signing a document, suddenly stopped. He looked up, his face turning ice-cold in an instant. His dark eyes grew distant and ruthless.

“Speak.”

“These are the latest trending topics across Mechuique’s top websites. Harlee’s name is being dragged through the mud. The public is crucifying her, accusing her of being too oppressive, and insulting Nola by forcing her to kneel. The first post that sparked this outrage has already gone viral. Already, there are hundreds of thousands of comments, every single one cursing Harlee.”

Patrick paused, his finger moving across the screen.

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“Now, the entire Mechuique internet is ablaze with rumors about Harlee. Some individuals with their own agendas are even trying to turn this into a full-blown dispute between our countries. Should we take action now?”

Harlee had specifically instructed to handle the Happer family’s matters carefully. With no authority to make decisions, Patrick knew he had no choice but to report to Rhys and wait for him to direct the next steps.

A flash of ruthless determination flickered in Rhys’ eyes, his gaze as cold and unwavering as the depths of night. The moment he heard the full story, his face hardened, an icy resolve settling over him.

“Has the Happer family’s assets been fully assessed?” Rhys’ voice was steady—devoid of warmth or emotion.

Long before Harlee set foot in Uwhor, Rhys had already put things in motion. Patrick had been tasked with digging into the Happer family’s wealth and unearthing every skeleton Errol had tucked away over the years.

Patrick didn’t know the exact reason behind Rhys’ orders, but he knew it had to do with helping Harlee deal with Nola. Whenever Patrick had a free moment, he took on the task of overseeing the investigation.

Patrick replied, “Mr. Green, our team has already assessed the Happer family’s assets, but we’re still uncertain about Errol’s movements in recent years. We can’t yet confirm the identities of the group working under him. They operate with extreme secrecy, and we have lost track of them more than once. Fortunately, they haven’t caught onto our investigation yet.”

Rhys gave a slow nod. As long as Harlee wasn’t walking straight into a lion’s den, he had no intention of meddling further. He had a strong hunch that today’s events were part of her strategy. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have deliberately sent Robbie and the others away first thing in the morning.

“Tell them to pick up the pace.”

After saying that, Rhys lowered his head and resumed reviewing the stack of documents awaiting his signature.

Patrick stood frozen, confusion spreading across his face. Was Rhys not going to step in and help Harlee? How could he just let her be dragged through the mud online? That didn’t add up…

Before Patrick could fully process the situation, Rhys had already signed off on a contract. He glanced up, tossed the document onto the desk with a flick of his wrist, and said in a clipped tone, “Handle this project.”

Patrick hesitated.

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