Chapter 527: Chapter 527

Chapter 527:

“There was an emergency at the studio, so I had to…”

Grinning, she held Skyla’s hand and added, “I promise, it won’t happen again!”

Skyla playfully tapped Harlee’s nose, laughing indulgently.

“It better not!”

Skyla felt her husband and sons were all workaholics, and now even her daughter had become one too.

Why hadn’t anyone inherited her laid-back nature?

Harlee raised her hand in a mock pledge, and only then did Skyla relent.

“Alright, I’ll trust you one more time.

But if you stay up late again, I’ll give you a serious talking-to.”

Harlee rubbed her forehead, feeling that wasn’t necessary.

But she didn’t argue, nodding obediently instead.

After breakfast, Harlee spent some time painting with Skyla before heading out to meet Tonya and Ritchie.

As Harlee got into the car and prepared to start it, her phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she was momentarily surprised.

Tiffany, the one Clint seemed to have feelings for? Why was she calling out of nowhere?

Curious, Harlee answered the call.

On the other end, Tiffany’s excited voice rang out.

“Harlee, I’m done with the shoot! Are you free today? Can I come visit you?”

Harlee hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Ritchie was off following up on the leads she had gathered last night, and Tonya was busy making medicine in secret.

If she went to the Tartarus Club now, she’d just be waiting around.

It made more sense to take some time to play matchmaker for Clint and Tiffany.

Tiffany’s voice bubbled with excitement.

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“Really? Where should we go? The mall or the amusement park?”

Harlee rubbed her forehead.

“Tiffany, aren’t you an award-winning actress? Aren’t you worried about a fan frenzy if you show up at the mall?”

“Not at all! I’ll dress inconspicuously.

No one will recognize me!” Tiffany replied confidently.

Assuming Harlee preferred the mall, Tiffany named a popular one before hanging up to prepare.

Harlee chuckled and texted Clint about her upcoming trip with Tiffany.

A good wingman knew when to step in.

Outside the Sanderson estate, Rhys rested against Harlee’s car window, his gaze wide and pleading, reminiscent of a puppy.

His voice was soft, with a touch of that groggy charm from just waking up.

“Could you keep me company?”

Harlee lightly pressed her finger to his forehead, gently nudging him away.

“No, I have an appointment with Tiffany.”

Rhys bent down and planted a quick kiss on her, followed by a deep sigh.

“In the morning, you’re with a friend I barely know, and in the afternoon, you’re swamped with work.

I guess there’s no room for me in the evening, huh?”

Hearing this, Harlee couldn’t help but laugh.

She often wondered how Rhys could effortlessly shed his cold CEO persona, making her want to tease him in return.

Unable to resist, she pinched his handsome face and spoke in a tone like she was appeasing a child.

“Alright, I’ll keep you company tonight.

Does that work for you, my poor little boyfriend?”

Rhys silenced her with a kiss.

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