Chapter 463: Chapter 463

Chapter 463:

By the evening’s end, Rhys would undoubtedly look at Harlee with disdain, leaving her no choice but to turn to those men.

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, Saul attempted to usher Rhys, Wilton, and Belen toward the main table. Rhys, however, preferred privacy and led Wilton and Belen to secluded seats at the rear of the room. Rhys’ formidable aura deterred the eager guests from approaching. Instead, they hovered at a respectful distance, merely exchanging glances.

Wilton and Belen, not usually ones for the social scene, had come out tonight primarily to support Lindsay and to ensure the Brooks family showed her the proper respect. Their main interest lay in meeting with Harlee, intending to extend a personal invitation to their home. Therefore, it was only upon Harlee’s return from the backstage area that they allowed themselves their second smile of the evening.

Turning slightly, Belen’s tone softened as she spoke.

“Harlee, do you have some time in the next few days? Wilton and I would love to have you over at our place.”

Harlee, her mind momentarily clouded by the irritating memory of Lindsay’s smirk, felt an urge to decline. Yet, the thought of the Morgan family’s illustrious collection of archaeological artifacts swiftly changed her mind. She gave a quick nod, her tone light.

“Yes, I’m free tomorrow.”

Wilton’s face lit up with a broad smile.

“Perfect! Then it’s a date. Join us for dinner at our place tomorrow!”

“Sounds great!” Harlee agreed, her voice bright.

With Harlee’s acceptance, Wilton and Belen shared a look of quiet contentment. Neither Wilton nor Belen had any real enthusiasm for tonight’s engagement party.

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After a brief conversation with Harlee at the dinner table, they excused themselves and departed.

Watching them walk away, Harlee mused aloud, “Parents really do want what’s best for their kids, don’t they?” She briefly thought of Lonnie and Skyla, recalling how careful they had been around her when she first rejoined the Sanderson family.

Rhys, sensing a shift in her mood, gently squeezed her hand to draw her attention.

“So, did I win our little bet?”

“Yep. Time to pay up, Rhys,” Harlee responded with a playful smirk, extending her hand.

“One hundred million, if you please.”

Rhys laughed and took her hand, his grip firm and warm. Just then, Harlee’s phone pinged with a notification—one hundred million credited to her account.

Harlee’s eyes crinkled into a warm smile, her lips curling gently upward.

How lucky she was to have a boyfriend as wonderful as Rhys! It dawned on her that giving him a bit more appreciation might be the right thing to do. Leaning in, Harlee tapped Rhys’ phone screen, which was casually draped across his chest, and whispered with a soft giggle, “You’ve been amazing, you know. You deserve something special.”

Just then, the lights in the hall dimmed for the engagement ceremony, drawing all eyes to the large screen displaying snapshots of Angela and Wade’s moments together. Rhys, hoping for a tender kiss, tilted his head down slightly.

Feeling Harlee’s fingers tug at his collar, he shut his eyes, awaiting her lips.

But instead of a kiss, he was greeted with Harlee’s playful voice.

“Oh? Has your mind wandered to romantic escapades already?”

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