Chapter 350: Chapter 350

Chapter 350:

He knew all too well that Sprague only ever let his guard down around Harlee, susceptible to her playful antics. With a conciliatory smile and soothing tone, Willis attempted to diffuse the tension.

“Perhaps we should continue this discussion in the office?”

Harlee, linking her arm with Sprague’s in a familiar gesture, chimed in cheerily, “Come on. Let’s raid Willis’s stash of premium coffee beans!”

Sprague, visibly delighted by her initiative, allowed himself to be steered away, leaving Willis dumbfounded.

Willis felt he was always the one to bear the brunt of their whims.

However, he had grown accustomed to the pattern.

Each quarrel invariably concluded with them pilfering his belongings.

He had begun to suspect that Harlee and Sprague deliberately instigated those spats as an excuse to plunder his collection.

With this realization, a sharp twinge of sorrow gripped Willis at the thought of his century-old landscape painting. It had only just been hung in his office for an hour when it vanished and reappeared in Sprague’s office.

Mulling over these thoughts, Willis gently tapped the bewildered Anthony on the shoulder, a silent acknowledgment that sometimes, oblivion was a kinder fate. With renewed resolve, Willis strode toward Harlee and Sprague.

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Confusion clouded Anthony’s features. Why did Willis regard him as if he were some clueless fool? That had to be a misunderstanding, surely? With a shake of his head, Anthony discarded the troubling idea and sped up to follow them, keeping a steady pace.

In the office, Harlee was sprawled across the sofa, her gaze languid. She lazily lifted an eyebrow and posed the question, “When will this relentless corporate skirmish between the Greens and the Sandersons finally draw to a close?”

Sprague carefully set his cup down with a thoughtful pause, remarking, “This coffee is actually quite delightful.” Instantly catching on, Willis brought forth the stash of coffee beans he had been hoarding for special occasions.

Harlee chimed in with a supportive smile, “I must agree, this coffee really hits the spot.” With a sigh of resignation, Willis retrieved the remainder of his beans, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Here, take it all.

Enough with the requests already!”

Harlee gently tapped on the table, her voice flowing smoothly.

“Thank you.

And, you sly old fox, let’s not divert from what’s important here.” Her gaze locked onto Sprague.

With a knowing smile, Sprague matched her leisurely tone.

“Let’s go halves on the profits.”

“But the squabble between the Greens and the Sandersons? That’s your mess to handle.”

Sprague felt Rhys was still tangled in his own reckless nonsense. If he, as Rhys’ uncle, didn’t step in, Nathaniel would storm over for a confrontation.

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