Chapter 506: Chapter 506

Chapter 506:

“He’s not perfect, but he’s the one I choose.

I’m not looking to replace him.”

Brenton gave a resigned chuckle as he ruffled her hair, conceding once more.

“Okay.

I’ll just sit back and watch for now.”

Harlee stepped out of the car with a carefree grace.

Today was turning out to be splendid as she approached her gleaming new black Koenigsegg.

Just as she shut the trunk and was about to slide into the driver’s seat, Harlee encountered Etta, who seemed to be on her way out too.

Lately, Harlee had handed off her duties, devoting herself entirely to her passion for archaeology, interspersed with the occasional indulgence in snacks provided by Rhys.

Not even yesterday’s altercation with Liza could ruin her spirits.

Etta’s presence didn’t sway Harlee’s cheerful disposition in the slightest.

With a leisurely motion, Harlee opened the car door, grabbed a beverage from the back seat, and took a sip, eyeing Etta, anticipating her usual antics.

But today, Etta’s demeanor was unexpectedly mild.

Instead of the typical subdued or confrontational attitude she showed privately, Etta offered a genuine smile.

“Harlee, off to school? I heard we’re in for a downpour later.

Make sure you’ve got an umbrella with you!”

Surprised, Harlee arched an eyebrow.

“You’re worried about me now?”

With a tilt of her head and a brighter smile, Etta replied, “Of course, I care about you.

Isn’t that only natural?” She shifted the topic smoothly.

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“Even though we can park at the school, it’s still a trek to the lecture hall.

It’d be wise to carry an umbrella.”

This change in Etta wasn’t sudden or arbitrary.

Repeatedly bested by Harlee, whom even Lindsay failed to outwit, Etta found herself having to dial back her competitive streak to preserve her shaky standing within the Sanderson family.

Furthermore, the cleverest strategy was to become indispensable to her adversary.

Winning Harlee over could mean more encounters with Rhys.

Etta’s ultimate goal was to marry Rhys, wield his wealth, and ascend to the pinnacle of the four great families.

So, feigning concern for Harlee was a small price to pay.

Today, Harlee was in such high spirits that she let go of the chance to taunt Etta.

Instead, she just laughed lightly.

“Oh, understood.” She chose to leave it there, her tone firm yet calm, signaling the end of the discussion.

Etta was dumbfounded by the lack of any further engagement.

Earlier, she had instructed Kane not to send a car for her, hoping this minor act of kindness would coax Harlee into offering her a lift.

But Harlee didn’t take the bait or even give her a second look.

Gazing at Harlee’s enchanting visage, Etta found herself lost in a gentle reverie, her usual temper nowhere in sight.

With a smile warming her face, she approached.

“Harlee, I’ve got classes today as well.

Would you mind giving me a lift?”

The revelation from the previous evening at the Morgan estate that Harlee had influential connections had unsettled Etta deeply, prompting a night filled with turbulent dreams.

Tossing restlessly in her bed, sleep eluded her entirely.

Come morning, Etta resolved to bridge the growing divide between herself and Harlee.

This time, her approach was marked not by pretense but by genuine apprehension of Harlee’s stature.

Even Harlee’s aloof demeanor couldn’t spark the usual irritation in her.

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