Chapter 224: Chapter 224

Chapter 224:

Right after Freyja spoke, there was a tapping on the window.

Barbara turned to see Collin smirking and touching his cheek. When given permission, the driver opened the door.

As soon as Collin got in the car, he ordered Barbara, “Find a way to reinstate my engagement with Harlee. I’m going to marry her.”

Freyja hesitated.

“That might be tough.”

“That’s right. She has become the Sanderson family’s prized member, no longer the Gill family’s overlooked daughter.

Besides, Adelina seems like a suitable match for you,” Barbara suggested with feigned kindness.

Barbara was secretly hoping Collin would shamelessly pursue Harlee, and the bigger the scene he made, the better.

His foolishness would only ease her path to take over the George Group effortlessly.

“Oh, come on! The Gill family is nothing compared to the Sanderson family! Plus, Adelina is too plain and foolish, proving no help to my career at all.

But Harlee is different. She’s the Sanderson family’s heiress and also manages Janessa Studio. Marrying her would secure the George family’s future!” Collin argued.

Seizing the moment, Barbara nodded.

“You have a point.”

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪

“But…

Fine. I’ll discuss it with your father to see if there’s a way.” Collin was pleased with Barbara’s answer, sitting back in his seat with confidence, as though Harlee was already his.

Barbara turned away in disgust, while Freyja completely disregarded Collin. The three sat in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Harlee had just finished breakfast at the Grand Oak Restaurant. She was now briefing Ritchie.

“I’ll be in the military for a few days.

During this period, cut off all communications for me. Make sure no one knows my whereabouts.”

“Understood.”

A faint smile crossed Harlee’s face as she added, “Tonya is back.”

Ritchie nodded blankly, not catching Harlee’s undertone.

Harlee chuckled and shook her head. Truly, Ritchie was clueless about love. Since that was the case, she’d let them sort it out on their own.

Harlee checked the time.

“I expect to join the military in three or four days. Use this time to get ready, and once I’m in, take a good vacation yourself.” With that, she grabbed her bag and left.

In the bustling heart of Baythorn Airport, Harlee found a spot on a bench, casually crossing her legs while occasionally glancing at the overhead display.

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