Chapter 234: Chapter 234

Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire HeiressWords: 2440

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“Just curious,” Fletcher replied, his voice steady, yet his hands tightened around the steering wheel.

He had never heard Harlee praise anyone before.

Her moderate approval of Rhys sparked an idea in him.

Could it be…?

Fletcher’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully as a strategic plan slowly formed in his mind.

He began to contemplate reviving the notion of an alliance between the Green and Sanderson families.

Since Harlee held Rhys in some regard, he resolved to integrate Rhys into the Sanderson family by any means necessary.

The Maserati slowly pulled into the parking lot at Baythorn University. The engine was turned off, and Harlee glanced sideways at Fletcher.

“I’m here. Thank you,” she said, her gentle tone softening Fletcher’s heart.

“Did you just say that to me?” he asked, somewhat doubting his ears.

As Harlee gently closed the car door, she leaned down and smiled at him.

“Who else would I be saying it to but you?”

“You’re not upset with me anymore?”

“Why would I be?” Harlee smiled.

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She inwardly added, “Why waste time on a man with a less-than-sharp mind?” but kept that thought to herself, preserving Fletcher’s pride.

A flicker of determination crossed Fletcher’s eyes, and a renewed sense of duty to protect Harlee was evident in his tender, steadfast gaze as he watched her walk away from the car.

“No matter which family your rivals in love come from, whether it’s the Morgan family or the Hilton family, I’ll help you handle them and make sure you enjoy a pleasant relationship with him!”

“Huh?” Harlee looked puzzled.

“Rivals in love?”

Noticing Harlee’s confusion, Fletcher didn’t clarify but simply reaffirmed his commitment to help her win Rhys’ heart.

Harlee was still confused, but recalling Fletcher’s tendency to misinterpret things, she figured he had misunderstood something again. She chose not to dwell on it.

“Anyway, I’m heading up,” Harlee declared.

Fletcher smiled and waved cheerfully.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it for you!”

By the time Fletcher had waved goodbye, Harlee was already walking away. In the parking lot, he waited until Harlee had completely vanished from sight before starting the car and exiting Baythorn University.

As Fletcher was driving back to the fishing ground, his phone rang, and Coulson Aguilar’s name appeared on the screen.

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