Chapter 245:
Green, weâve got an issue.â
âMiss Sanderson has been caught using her familyâs influence to secure a lecture at Baythorn University.â
As Rhys reviewed the information on the tablet, his expression tightened slightly.
âThe Sanderson family has really stretched themselves for their newfound daughter, showing deep affection. Yet, there seems to be more beneath the surface,â Hamilton commented.
Having interacted with the Sanderson Group through previous business dealings, Hamilton had a different perspective on the Sanderson family.
âMaybe,â Rhys responded, his gaze cooling.
His instincts sensed a deeper narrative at play, influenced by paid comments and social media influencers shaping public opinion.
However, he refrained from voicing this suspicion.
âItâs strange, though. With the resources at the Sanderson familyâs disposal, itâs surprising that things have spiraled like thisâ¦â Hamilton started to speak, but Rhys cut him off, asking, âHas Aaronâs situation been taken care of?â
Hamilton paused, visibly uncomfortable.
Before Rhys could press him further, he quickly added, âItâs only because Miss Sanderson is engaged to youâ¦â
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Meeting Rhysâs unyielding stare, Hamiltonâs voice tapered off into a hush, and he eventually stopped talking.
Hamilton set the tablet down next to him, his eyes darting nervously.
âI will see to Aaronâs matter right away.â
Rhys flicked his fingers slightly, a silent gesture for Hamilton to leave.
Hamilton exited swiftly. If looks had the power to penetrate, he would have been perforated on the spot.
Hamilton was convinced of Rhysâ deep affection for Harlee, while not willing to give the slightest attention to the Sanderson heiress sharing her last name. Yet, Hamilton missed a critical piece of information.
At the bottom of the trending topics was Harleeâs name, which Rhys had not noticed, as he hadnât scrolled down that far.
Rhys reached for a cigarette on the table, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
His expression, usually stoic, betrayed a hint of sadness.
Since Harlee had returned the ten billion dollars, she had not sent any more messages or responded to the one Rhys had sent that day. Rhys drummed his long fingers on the desk for a moment before abruptly stopping.
He reached for his phone and opened their chatbox.
For half an hour, he typed and deleted, again and again, unable to send a single word.
He was at a loss for words.
Being stuck in Claelia, he couldnât show up around her when she needed any assistance.
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