Chapter 348:
After giving it some thought, Harlee realized it made sense. The Green family had been dealt a harsh blow, and logically, Rhys could have retaliated by now. Yet, he hadnât. Instead, he withstood the continued hostility from the Sanderson family with remarkable resilience.
Harlee was well aware that Rhys was shouldering all the blame for the shattered engagement on his own.
She allowed a sly, playful smirk to curl her lips.
âSo? Kareem, do you like him?â
Kareem turned toward her, his voice tinged with a proud defiance.
âNo, I donât like anyone who bullies you.â His loyalty to his family was unwavering.
Harlee responded with a soft, lazy hum, her appreciation for his protectiveness thinly veiled.
A silent exchange of knowing looks passed between the siblings.
Each understood the other implicitly.
Both harbored their own secretive schemes.
âKareem, get some sleep.
Goodnight,â Harlee said briskly, turning away before Kareem could delve any deeper.
From behind, Kareem watched her retreat, his eyes shining with fondness.
He chuckled to himself, realizing that deciphering Harleeâs thoughts was truly an insurmountable task.
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And as for Rhys? Kareem had decided he would no longer aid Brenton in oppressing Rhys. The relentless pressure of the past month had already been more than enough to endure.
Still, Kareem couldnât help but bring up Harleeâs emotions to Brenton.
Considering their tactic involved sacrificing themselves to make a point, it was crucial to prioritize Harleeâs emotions, the heart of their plan. Kareem had his own plans, which involved Matteo.
He pondered whether Harlee was equipped to handle such a daunting task, which left him somewhat uneasy. With a shake of his head, Kareem ambled back to his room, lost in thought.
Back in her room, Harlee didnât immediately retire for the evening, nor did she intrude on her friendsâ intimate encounters. She opted to take matters into her own hands.
Fingers flying over the keyboard, Harlee worked swiftly and, within half an hour, Sprague Garciaâs detailed schedule illuminated her computer screen.
With a slight narrowing of her eyes and a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, she murmured to herself, âCrafty old fox, snagging a billion in one fell swoop. Isnât it about time we talked about dividing the spoils?â
The following day, a sleek, dark gray luxury car pulled up in front of the National Aerospace Agency, drawing curious glances.
As the vehicle came to a stop, speculation buzzed among the onlookers about the identity of the distinguished visitor.
The passenger door swung open, and Anthony Castillo, a tall figure donning gold-rimmed glasses, emerged and strode confidently toward the rear door.
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