Chapter 290:
Had it not been for his fear of facing Harleeâs displeasure, he would have captured the moment and sent it to the group chat of the Shadow Moon Society right away. It was pure torture to keep this shocking discovery to himself.
In the VIP room on the second floor, Harlee reclined on the sofa, her body slightly tilted as she sipped the coffee Rhys had handed her. Without a word, she continued fiddling with an app on her phone.
Aware of Harleeâs fondness for fresh coffee, Rhys had ordered a coffee machine along with some premium beans as soon as they arrived.
He then made her a cup of rich, aromatic coffee himself.
Patrick was taken aback. Was this the same ruthless man he knew? It was hard to connect the man before him with the one who had made Claeliaâs mightiest underworld leader, Benedict, quaking in fear within just three days. Patrick couldnât believe his eyes.
For the last thirty minutes, Rhys had been either painstakingly preparing coffee or gazing at Harlee with such evident affection that even he, typically clueless about romantic matters, couldnât overlook it.
Aldrich, on the other hand, was calm. The instant he noted the special dynamics between Harlee and Rhys, he had felt like proclaiming it far and wide.
But now? He didnât even blink.
Even if Rhys were to personally feed Harlee coffee or fruit, Aldrich wouldnât be shocked.
He might only give a slight smirk. Keeping this type of sensational news to himself felt worse than having no news to share at all.
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âDo you enjoy gambling on jade stones?â Rhys asked.
Harlee looked up at Rhys, her eyes briefly connecting with his before returning to her phone.
Her voice was casual, almost lazy.
âNot particularly.â
Karinaâs words lingered in Harleeâs mind.
She hadnât anticipated that the man she had been tracking for the past two days would turn out to be Rhys. What a twist of fateâ¦
Harlee smirked, setting her phone aside as she half-closed her eyes.
âIâm more intrigued by the man whoâs been disrupting Claelia and keeping Benedict on his toes.â
Rhys caught the playful hint in her gaze.
His previously downcast eyes met hers, and his lips slightly parted.
âSo, youâre interested in me?â
At that moment, the bustling room seemed to stand still, their gazes locked.
At this, Patrick was startled and felt like escaping the room.
Aldrich was struggling to grasp what he had just heard. No way! Was the man seated before them really the one who had thrown Benedict into such madness in just three days? In that case, Rhys and Harlee, both being ruthless when taking on their enemies, seemed perfectly paired.
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