Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Chapter 203:

Liam’s face froze, his fear palpable.

He knew he could not afford to make a move against the Sandersons. With the Gill family teetering on the brink of financial ruin, any further losses would leave them shattered.

With a dismissive sneer, Lonnie commanded, “Kane, please show these uninvited guests the door.”

Kane, ever professional, moved swiftly to carry out the order.

Addressing Liam and Adelina, he said, “Mr. Gill, Miss Gill, you are not on our guest list. I suggest you leave promptly, or would you prefer I have security escort you out?”

Liam, trying to maintain an air of dignity, gestured dismissively and made his exit.

Despite his attempts at composure, it was clear that the Gill family had become the subject of ridicule. Those present knew the lavish gifts the Sanderson family had presented to the Gills when they first brought Harlee back into the fold. It seemed the Gills had misjudged the Sandersons, assuming them to be needy relatives to be exploited, only to have their true nature revealed.

Skyla squeezed Harlee’s hand gently and said, “Harlee, I know it’s been tough, but I promise, we’ll make it right.”

Lonnie added, his voice firm, “Harlee, remember, you always have the support of the Sanderson family.”

Brenton, not one for eloquent words, transferred half a billion to Harlee’s account and said, “I’m not great with words.

Consider the money my way of offering comfort.”

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Harlee’s expression revealed her surprise.

“Half a billion? Just for comfort?” she thought, processing the generous transfer. She recalled the debt she owed Rhys, one billion. With Brenton’s transfer and her own savings, she could finally settle it.

“Thank you, Brenton,” Harlee said, her voice steady but filled with gratitude.

Just then, a few texts arrived on her phone.

Kareem’s message read, “I don’t have much to offer, but if you ever want to visit the army base, just let me know.”

Fleming’s message followed, “I’ve been working on some new things in my lab.

Got some time to swing by? Take your pick of anything you want—beauty pills, miracle drugs, and even poisons. I can create any of them for you!”

Harlee couldn’t help but offer a helpless smile at the playful and slightly outrageous offers in their messages.

She glanced back at her phone and noticed a message from Fletcher.

“Hey, fishing might be all I know, but just say the word and I’ll help with whatever makes you happy!” Worried his message might come off too sentimental, Fletcher quickly added, “I’m not trying to win you over. It’s just that no Sanderson should ever be pushed around.”

In that moment, Harlee felt the warmth of being loved.

At that moment, Rhys had just arrived in Claelia.

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