Chapter 460: Chapter 460

Chapter 460:

Lindsay’s expression was a mix of concern and resolve as she arrived.

Having vented her frustrations privately, confronting Rhys and Harlee’s closeness still evoked a tinge of jealousy.

Her hands whitened from the force of her grip, her mind whirring with tactical plots.

“No, I must find a way to separate them, or else…” She stopped herself and then followed Rhys and Harlee down the red carpet, her expression carefully neutral. Yet, against the backdrop of Harlee’s striking elegance, Lindsay’s presence barely registered among the onlookers.

Harlee delicately lifted the veil from her brow as she moved away from the picture-taking spot. Opting for anonymity online, she had made a last-minute decision to purchase the veil from a local bridal shop, which had delayed her arrival.

As Harlee neared, Wilton and Belen eagerly approached her with genuine smiles, greeting her warmly.

“Harlee.” Behind them, Saul and Jenesis exchanged looks, their expressions tinged with complexity. Navigating the intricate dynamics with the Morgan family was tricky enough for the Brooks family, and the potential involvement of the Sanderson family and the Green family only compounded Saul’s anxieties.

He felt compelled to adopt a more subservient posture.

“Mr. Green, Miss Sanderson, your attendance truly honors this engagement celebration,” Saul said, his voice laced with respect. Rhys, maintaining a stoic demeanor, responded with a simple nod.

Rhys acknowledged Saul with a slight nod before turning to Harlee with a soft, affectionate voice.

“Shall we head inside?”

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Harlee, her attention shifting to Wilton and Belen, inquired with a composed tone, “Would you care to join us, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan?”

Wilton and Belen, who were about to leave, paused and nodded, accepting her invitation.

Leading the group, Saul had only taken a few steps when Lindsay rushed to catch up, gesturing for Angela to delay Harlee.

Angela deftly broke away from Wade and positioned herself before them.

“Miss Sanderson, there’s something I need to discuss with you in private, if you don’t mind?”

Harlee, intrigued, arched an eyebrow and glanced at Lindsay.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

Angela’s expression held a veneer of sincerity as she replied, “It concerns the last family recognition banquet. I’ll need to change into a wedding dress later, so perhaps we could chat during the break. Would that be alright?”

Lindsay’s heart raced as she felt the weight of Harlee’s piercing gaze cutting through her carefully crafted facade. Panicked, she blurted out, “I need to use the restroom,” and hurriedly slipped away, her steps resolute.

Her true intentions had to remain concealed.

Watching Lindsay retreat, Harlee allowed a sly smirk to curve her lips, nodding almost imperceptibly.

“Alright,” she murmured.

She leaned closer to Rhys, releasing his hand to whisper in his ear, “Wanna bet? What do you think they’ve planned for me—a spiked drink or a staged encounter?”

Rhys sighed softly, a mix of amusement and resignation playing across his features at Harlee’s boldness in turning the situation into a wager.

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