Chapter 310: Chapter 310

Chapter 310:

He leaned in, his tone playful.

“What’s caught your eye here?”

At the interruption, the vendor aborted the word “couple” and reluctantly placed the twin pouches back down.

Rhys’ gaze turned frosty, shooting daggers at Fritz that made him tremble.

Fritz, bewildered, didn’t know what he had done wrong and looked utterly wronged.

As Harlee turned her back, a slight smile played on her lips—a detail not lost on Rhys, whose eyes softened with newfound appreciation for Fritz.

Leaving the bustling crafts behind, the group ventured toward a stall brimming with Claelia delicacies.

Fritz’s enthusiasm bubbled over as he eagerly pointed out the specialties while they strolled.

Eventually, they chose a spotless table where they could sit and savor the local flavors.

The roadside food stall had only a few seats available, and Rhys, with his tall stature, looked quite uncomfortable sitting on the tiny wooden stool, his long legs awkwardly bent.

Fritz walked off to order some food and didn’t join Rhys and Harlee at the table. Rhys’ expression was one of slight annoyance, and he seemed entirely out of place in this setting.

People at the nearby tables sneaked curious glances at Rhys and Harlee.

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A nearby man whispered, “See that couple over there? Check out the watch on that man’s wrist. It’s worth a fortune.” He raised his hand, showing five fingers.

“Five million? That’s absurd!”

The man shook his head.

“Fifty million! Wearing a watch like that isn’t just about money, but social standing.

Besides his evident wealth, he’s quite dashing.

His girlfriend is quite lucky to date such a guy.”

Sitting beside the man, a young woman glanced at Harlee.

“Hey, don’t just focus on him.

His girlfriend is just as impressive.”

The man sneered.

“Oh, come on. Just check her outfits. She hardly strikes me as a loaded woman.”

“That’s your ignorance talking. Plus, who said a man and a woman out together have to be a couple? Aren’t we just friends?” An observant woman commented.

“Every move the man makes shows the grace and manners typically seen in gentlefolk.” She turned her attention to Harlee.

“Her outfit might not be branded, but if I’m not mistaken, it’s the work of the head designer at Janessa Studio. Those pieces are just as pricey as his watch.”

This left them stunned.

Her outfits actually worth fifty million? Someone quickly posed a question.

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