Chapter 360:
Rhys paused, his mind racing.
He was already struggling to regain the Sanderson familyâs favor. If he were to disappear for a month, his already fragile position could deteriorate further.
âThe Uwhor project can wait,â Rhys declared, his voice final as he met Patrickâs gaze.
âMr. Green, thatâs aâ¦â Patrick began, but his objection was quickly silenced by Rhysâ warning look.
âUnderstood,â Patrick said, his tone resigned.
âIâll inform the Uwhor team to delay the initiative.â
Rhys nodded, then added, âOh, and take a moment to look into the Sanderson familyâs preferencesâfrom Lonnie and Skyla all the way down to their butler, Kane.â He was already strategizing his next move.
Patrickâs eyes widened in astonishment.
The Sanderson family? Why was Rhys suddenly delving into their affairs, especially when his attention had seemed solely focused on Harlee before? Could it be possible that Harlee was actually the Sanderson familyâs daughter?
The thought left Patrick reeling. If his memory served him right, Rhys had only recently severed ties with the Sanderson family.
Patrickâs deep, expressive eyes mirrored a silent understanding.
He took a moment to mentally commiserate with Rhys. Without a doubt, Rhys was drowning in a wave of bad luck.
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Clearing his throat, Patrick resolved to gather every necessary detail and prepare a meticulous plan for reconciliation.
Rhysâ expression was a mix of skepticism and wariness.
He vividly remembered the disastrous outcome of Hamiltonâs previous advice.
âAlright, proceed,â Rhys consented, albeit with reluctance, entrusting Patrick with the task.
Brenton had only just stepped through the door when Etta, who had been lying low, approached him eagerly.
However, her greeting was met with nothing more than a dismissive snort as Brenton brushed past her without a word.
Etta watched his back as he walked away, a surge of hatred igniting in her dark eyes.
Hidden beneath the folds of her sleeve, her hand formed a fist so tight that her nails pierced her palm. The sheer contempt she felt for Harlee was raw and undeniable.
Before Harleeâs return, Brenton had at least acknowledged Ettaâs presence. Now, Etta felt invisible. The injustice of losing her place to the Sanderson familyâs true daughter was a bitter pill to swallow.
After all, hadnât she been the one who had stood by Lonnie and Skyla all these years?
As the servants passed by, paying her no heed, Ettaâs lips curled into a scornful sneer.
Her thoughts raced with vengeful promises.
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