Chapter 349:
Bending down with a show of respect, he opened it, and an elderly man in a suit, his hair neatly styled, slowly exited the vehicle.
His distinguished demeanor and approachable aura identified him as Sprague Garcia, the esteemed Director-General of the National Aerospace Agency.
Anthony gently closed the car door and swiftly made his way to Spragueâs side, his voice urgent as he said, âMr. Bates just called.
He mentioned that Miss Sanderson knows and is heading this way.â
Although Anthony was unfamiliar with Miss Sanderson, the tone in Willisâ message had carried an undeniable urgency, prompting him to act with caution.
Sprague gave a subtle nod, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
A hint of a smile played at his lips as he gestured toward a secluded corner, his voice soft yet assured.
âIâm aware. Sheâs already waiting for me over there.â
With that, Sprague started toward the agency, Anthony close on his heels.
From the shadows of the corner, Harlee stepped out with casual grace, her eyes locking onto Sprague.
Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she deliberately stepped into his path, her voice tinged with bravado.
âOld fox, donât you think itâs time we talked about dividing the profits?â
Anthonyâs brow furrowed in disapproval at her words.
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âMiss, please be respectful!â
Sprague, however, merely waved a dismissive hand, clearly accustomed to such exchanges.
He caught Harleeâs hand with a gentle but firm grip, his tone carrying a mild reprimand.
âIf you hadnât tracked down the whereabouts of those billions, would you still have been avoiding me?â
Anthonyâs eyes widened in astonishment.
Completely taken aback, he struggled to reconcile the man before him with the Sprague he knew.
Having worked for Sprague for years, Anthony had never witnessed such a side of him. Sprague had always exuded a kind, accessible demeanor, yet beneath that veneer lay a commanding presence that even the formidable Garcia family descendants hesitated to challenge.
But now, Sprague was interacting tenderly with Harlee, much like a grandfather doting on his beloved granddaughter.
Anthonyâs mind reeled in shock. Who was this Harlee that she could draw such softness from Sprague, a feat not even his own granddaughter could manage?
Meanwhile, Willis, who had stepped forward to greet them, was no stranger to this dynamic.
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