Chapter 287:
Curiosity got the best of him, and he stopped for a moment, only to be completely captivated by Harlee.
Patrick was stunned by the formidable aura exuded by Harlee, one that rivaled Rhysâ.
His interest in her was piqued, his intrigue growing as he took in her simple outfit while other women present were dressed up. Without realizing it, he had paused there for nearly five minutes, his attention solely on Harlee.
âDamnâ¦â Realizing his error, Patrick rushed back upstairs.
âMr. Green,â Patrick said, somewhat awkwardly, as he relayed what had just happened. It was his first time working directly for Rhys, and he had gotten distracted by a woman, nearly neglecting critical matters.
Rhys slightly narrowed his eyes, stood up, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down.
His eyes instantly fixed on the woman he had been longing for, day and night.
Harlee was here!
Meanwhile, the commotion on the first floor persisted.
Fritz couldnât bear to watch someone harass Harlee, whom he assumed was Aldrichâs girlfriend.
He surged forward, poised to punch Donovan.
Aldrich intervened just in time and laid out the rules of this place.
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Anyone causing a disturbance at the event would be permanently blacklisted and barred from entering the casino again.
Fritz restrained himself with considerable effort, his face burning with rage.
Harlee stayed composed, a faint smile curling at her lips, her gaze locked on Donovan.
âAlright. So, whatâs your wager? Your life?â
Donovanâs confidence waned immediately.
He was a distant kin of the royal family.
Asking him to stake his life against a commoner was too much.
âHaving second thoughts?â Harlee taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.
âIf youâre backing out, then kneel and apologize.â
Donovanâs expression darkened.
A glint of spite flashed in his eyes.
As a relative of royalty, he could easily let the underworld handle Harlee, who appeared to be just another ordinary woman.
âInto jades?â Rhys couldnât help but smile as he made his way toward Harlee. The woman he had longed for was right there, and his excitement was palpable.
Caught in the middle of the crowd and about to press Donovan, Harlee recognized Rhysâ familiar voice.
A hint of surprise flashed through her eyes, but she quickly regained her composed facade. Why was Rhys here? What a twist of fate.
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