Chapter 358:
Lindsay nervously twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers. She glanced up to respond, but Joseâs stern look silenced her, filling her with fear. Nevertheless, she gathered her courage and explained, âHarlee doesnât like me. She believes Iâm snatching Rhysâ attention and has banned me from entering the company, soâ¦â Her voice grew softer, sounding as if she had suffered a great grievance.
Of course, Lindsay wouldnât disclose to Belinda and Jose that Rhys simply found her presence at the Green Group undesirable, and it was unrelated to Harlee.
Upon hearing Lindsayâs remark, Belindaâs opinion of Harlee worsened further.
âI understand. Iâll have a serious discussion with Rhys once heâs back. Thank you for informing us about Rhysâ proposal attempt. Otherwise, we wouldnât have realized that the Green family has become the laughingstock.â
With that, Belinda excused herself to rest and had the butler show Lindsay out.
At five-thirty in the afternoon, Rhys was waiting by Brentonâs luxury car, dressed in a black suit.
Breaking away from his usual aloof and distant nature, Rhys made an effort to seem approachable, even practicing his smile in the mirror occasionally.
This parking lot was privately owned by Brenton, which meant outsiders rarely showed up here. When Brenton came down to the lot to leave for the day and saw Rhys smiling warmly at him, he almost bolted in fright. The sight was more unsettling than any nightmare. Was Rhys, a man known for his expressionless mask, actually smiling? Brenton felt something was off.
His anger surged as he recalled what the butler had said earlier.
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âHumph.
How weak Rhys is.â Simply because Rhys had faced a setback from the Sanderson family, he was now willing to retract his previous statements and come back to propose.
Brenton had once considered Rhys a man of integrity, but now he saw him as nothing more than a coward.
Even the sight of Rhys irritated him.
Brenton walked calmly to his car, opened the door, and slid inside with smooth, effortless movements, as though Rhys wasnât even present. Rhys remained unbothered, his expression settling back to its usual mask.
âGive me ten minutes to explain, and then you can do whatever you wish with this land.â
Brenton glanced at the document in his hand with a raised eyebrow. Interesting. The land he had been eyeing for three months was now in the hands of that coward, Rhys! The prospect of trading ten minutes for a valuable piece of property was tempting. Yet, his fatherâs caution resounded in his thoughts: the Sanderson family should avoid too much interaction with the Green family.
After a momentary struggle, Brenton declined.
âNot interested.â
Facing Brentonâs refusal, Rhys remained composed, holding onto the car door.
His eyes conveyed calm perseverance.
âI only need ten minutes. I met Harlee before she rejoined the Sanderson family.
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