Chapter 307:
Harlee tasted the soup and then added, âOnce Karina is in charge, sheâll ensure your shipments are transported at no cost.
Given the Shakica familyâs leverage in Claelia, logistics will be the least of your worries.â
Rhys felt a pang of sadness at her distant demeanor, but ultimately, he chose to keep his thoughts to himself.
He wasnât in the right place to say anything just yet.
Following their morning meal, Rhys invited Harlee for a leisurely walk. She hesitated before eventually nodding in agreement.
âSure, that sounds nice,â she responded, her interest in a walk having been sparked.
Stepping out of the hotel, they encountered Fritz, who was approaching them with a beaming smile.
âHarlee, are you off to do some shopping?â he asked cheerfully.
Despite his own cheerful inquiry, Fritz couldnât help but notice the storm brewing in Rhysâ eyes, a tempest that his impulsive words had unwittingly stirred.
âMind if I tag along?â Fritz blurted out, almost immediately regretting his forwardness.
He hadnât been prepared for the lethal chill in Rhysâ glare, a look so piercing it felt as though it could slice through steel.
âPlease, donât give me this fierce look,â Fritz muttered ruefully under his breath.
Harlee, catching the tension, lifted an eyebrow and allowed a mischievous smile to play upon her lips.
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âOf course,â she chimed in warmly.
Rhysâ sharp gaze narrowed slightly.
Fritz couldnât help but shiver in Rhysâ formidable presence.
Fritz, grasping for his pride, proudly announced himself as a resident expert and offered to guide Harlee and Rhys around.
He excitedly proposed a visit to a charming street known for its unique, handcrafted treasures.
Harlee raised an eyebrow, showing her rare, piqued curiosity. Only then did Rhysâ frosty demeanor toward Fritzâs sudden presence begin to thaw.
At that precise moment, a glossy black Bentley glided to a stop in front of the hotel. Rhys, with refined grace, swung open the carâs door for Harlee, escorting her inside with careful hands before strolling to his side of the car.
Following behind Rhys, Fritz playfully bumped shoulders with him, signaling him to take the middle seat. Rhys gave him a sidelong glance. Pretending not to notice, Fritz nudged Rhys toward Harlee as he plopped down in the back left seat, declaring it his preferred spot.
He then stated, âWe better hurry, or all the prime crafts will be gone!â
As Patrick awaited a nod from Rhys to start the car, Fritz gave Rhys a mischievous hip check and feigned dozing off against the window. Suppressing a chuckle, Fritz took pride in his own cleverness, weaving their romance with playful finesse.
He doubted Rhys could still be mad at him now.
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