Chapter 703: Chapter 703

Chapter 703:

Fletcher gave a derisive snort and then, as if flipping a switch, his demeanor softened when he addressed Harlee.

“Harlee, go inside. I have a matter to discuss with this guy.”

Caught off guard by the sudden change in his tone, Harlee hesitated and then cleared her throat politely.

“Of course, I’ll go inside.” She understood that Lonnie had probably sanctioned this, so she didn’t protest. Instead, she shot Rhys a sympathetic look that seemed to say, “Hang in there.”

Once Harlee had retreated, Fletcher turned to Rhys again, his smile sharp and knowing.

“Need a few decades to brace yourself for our competition?”

Rhys understood that Fletcher was referring to the fishing competition. Ignoring Fletcher’s condescending tone, Rhys kept his composure and responded softly, “That’s not what I mean, Fletcher. I’ve almost finished preparing for the fishing. If you’re free today, we can start the competition—anytime.”

Fletcher sneered, clearly unimpressed.

“Feeling sure of yourself, huh? Fine. Let’s do this now.”

Fletcher moved toward his car, but before getting in, he glanced back with a smirk.

“I’ll make sure you don’t win today!”

Rhys smiled faintly and replied, “Don’t worry.

Even if you throw in the towel, I won’t.”

Fletcher brushed off the remark.

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Among their circle of fishing enthusiasts, no one had ever managed to endure long hours during winter sessions. Surely, Rhys, a novice in such conditions, wouldn’t stand a chance.

However, ten hours later, Fletcher was dumbfounded.

“Are you sure you can keep going?” he asked in disbelief. It was well past midnight, and while Fletcher was utterly drained, Rhys appeared energized and ready for yet another round.

After nearly ten hours of fishing, Rhys had never once shown signs of weariness.

Each successful catch only prompted him to challenge Fletcher again. More than a hundred rounds without any sign of fatigue! Rhys’ perseverance was nothing short of astonishing.

While his fishing skills were far from exceptional, Fletcher couldn’t help but be impressed by Rhys’ endurance.

Fletcher’s grudge toward Rhys softened.

Suddenly curious about his sister’s relationship with Rhys, Fletcher broke the silence.

“So, do you really have feelings for Harlee?” He handed Rhys a bottle of wine and settled next to him.

Without hesitation, Rhys replied, “Yes, I care about her deeply.”

“Was it love at first sight?” Fletcher asked.

Rhys sipped his drink and replied thoughtfully, “Sort of, but if I think about it more carefully, it’s more like love that grew over time.”

“About the shootout earlier…” Fletcher had heard some details from Coulson, so he was aware that both Rhys and Harlee had been involved in the previous shootout.

“I heard you took a bullet for Harlee?”

When Coulson mentioned it, Fletcher didn’t believe it.

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