Chapter 327: Chapter 327

Chapter 327:

Back in the living room, after Harlee’s departure, Brenton eyed Fletcher sharply.

“You planning to defend Harlee?”

Fletcher nodded, his features tight, shadowed like a sky threatening rain.

His frustration simmered just below the surface, yet he carefully concealed it in the presence of his elder brother.

Brenton’s stare turned cold, almost glacial.

“While Harlee is all kindness and forgiveness, as her brothers, we can’t let this slide.”

“What’s the strategy, Brenton?” Fletcher asked.

“For far too long, we’ve wrapped ourselves in silence.”

“Some have grown bold, audacious enough to provoke our treasured sister. Now, it’s crucial we assert our strength.

Anyone who dares to cross Harlee will regret it profoundly.” A dark intensity clouded Brenton’s eyes, his brow knit tightly with resolve.

Fletcher instantly sensed the depth of Brenton’s earlier compromises, solely to spare Harlee any discomfort. When the Green family abruptly ended the engagement, Brenton didn’t hesitate.

He abandoned a colossal, multibillion-dollar contract and rushed back. It was clear he would never tolerate any injustice against Harlee.

Fletcher’s gaze sharpened, his features taut with determination.

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“Alright, Brenton. Let’s mobilize the Sanderson Group to unleash an economic storm on the Green family. Meanwhile, I’ll orchestrate some personal upheavals for them.” His eyes shimmered with a ruthless, unforgiving steel.

“Perfect.” Brenton slapped Fletcher’s shoulder with vigor, his confidence unshaken by the storm they were about to unleash. With Fletcher’s formidable network, the Green family was bound to face a relentless tempest.

Harlee was completely in the dark about her brothers’ plans. It was a crisp Friday morning, and she had meticulously coordinated with Willis to transform the usual Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department course into a special lecture at Baythorn University.

Over a week had passed since the students last gathered in a lecture hall, igniting Harlee’s idea to surprise them with gifts. She arrived early, distributing presents at each desk with a thoughtful touch. Once her task was complete, Harlee chose a seat at random and settled down to wait for the students’ arrival.

As she did, her phone buzzed quietly against the wooden surface of the desk. She cast a quick glance at the screen. It was a message from Rhys.

“I heard there’s a great restaurant. Want to try it out together?”

Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and slight annoyance. What was he implying with such an invitation? Was this his way of worming back into her life after their broken engagement? Was he merely looking for some excitement? With a mix of irritation and disinterest, Harlee flipped her phone face down, choosing to ignore the message.

Meanwhile, Rhys was sequestered in a stark meeting room, the air thick with unspoken tension.

He had been awaiting Harlee’s response, and each minute that ticked by only deepened his frown.

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