Chapter 188: Chapter 188

Chapter 188:

Meanwhile, in a private room at the Tartarus Club, under the intense lighting, Rhys, dressed sharply in a suit, reclined quietly on the sofa, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

After a moment, Rhys stopped and said, “Hamilton, book a flight to Claelia for tonight. I need to handle that shipment personally.”

Hamilton responded, “Mr. Green, the Sanderson family reunion banquet is tomorrow. Your mother has insisted that you attend.” Belinda had emphatically instructed that Rhys be brought to the banquet, even if it meant bringing him there tied up.

“What?” Rhys narrowed his eyes.

“Are you suggesting I should marry the Sanderson family’s newly found daughter?”

At this, Hamilton’s expression shifted instantly.

“I’ll take care of it immediately.” Belinda’s scolding was bearable, but Rhys’ anger was truly fearsome.

Rhys leisurely lifted his wine glass and finished it in one gulp.

He had consulted Nathaniel and decided he would follow his own desires.

The following day arrived.

The Sanderson family had imported tens of thousands of blue roses, both domestically and internationally, all acquired by Brenton through his connections. True blue roses were a rarity and required advance orders.

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Amassing thousands in just one month was a daunting task. The Sanderson family had chosen to host the banquet in their garden. To highlight the event’s significance, Lonnie had not only set up a floral wall at the entrance but also engaged the city’s top pastry chef to create an array of desserts. Just the floral arrangements and desserts cost close to ten million, excluding the beverages and dinner.

At dawn, the Sanderson family’s household was bustling with preparations, with Kane overseeing everything since three in the morning, while Harlee enjoyed a sleep-in.

By noon, in the Sanderson family hall, Lonnie took a sip of coffee and turned to Brenton.

“Which newspaper have you invited for today’s banquet?”

Brenton answered, “Baythorn Daily. I’ve secured their coverage for the event, so we won’t see any unfavorable reports about Harlee.”

Kareem paused, bread in hand, his expression slightly uneasy. If Matteo’s people saw the coverage…

“Make this event as grand as we wish. Just ensure Harlee’s photos don’t get out.”

“Why?” Lonnie was perplexed.

Harlee, descending from the second floor, said, “Kareem is correct.

Dad, Brenton, I don’t like reporters, and I don’t want my photos plastered everywhere.”

Though confused, Lonnie and Brenton didn’t object, assuming Harlee simply didn’t like the attention.

Just then, Kane approached quickly.

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