Chapter 735: Chapter 735

Chapter 735:

Since returning to the country, Brice had purchased several properties near the Grand Oak and settled into one of its luxurious high-rise hotel suites. Naturally, the security staff recognized him on sight.

“Welcome back, Mr. Miller.

Are you dining here today?”

Brice acknowledged the guard with a brief nod and a polite smile.

“Yes, I am. Thanks for asking.”

It was a small gesture, but it made the guard’s day. Most residents of the high-rise suites didn’t even acknowledge the security staff, let alone offer a friendly word. The mere fact that Brice had responded had already set him apart.

In fact, the guard had grown more attentive to Brice, even taking time to wash Brice’s car during his off-hours.

As the guard recalled something odd he had noticed earlier, he hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

“Mr. Miller, when I was cleaning your car earlier, I noticed someone acting suspiciously near it.”

Brice’s eyes flickered briefly, but he maintained his calm and smiled.

“I see. I appreciate you bringing that to my attention.”

“No need for thanks. Just doing my job,” the guard replied.

Unbeknownst to the guard, his casual observation had just saved Brice’s and Layne’s lives.

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In the secluded elegance of the Grand Oak’s private room, Brice meticulously adjusted his attire, ensuring every detail was perfect. With a hint of anticipation, he turned to Layne and asked, “How do I look?”

Layne’s lips twitched slightly before he regained his composure. With sincerity, he responded, “Mr. Miller, you epitomize fashion. Should there be a flaw in your attire, we might as well all give up. Rest assured, your outfit is flawless.”

Brice nodded, seemingly reassured. Yet, merely three minutes later, he repeated his earlier question.

Layne found himself at a loss for words.

Twenty minutes later, Harlee made her entrance into the private room.

“Apologies for the five-minute delay.” Brice immediately rose from his seat, adjusting his posture with utmost respect.

“Miss Sanderson!”

Harlee made her way to the head of the table, seating herself with an elegant cross of her legs and a relaxed lean back. She nonchalantly reached for a slice of bread from the basket before her.

Compared to this, Rhys’ bread was perfection.

Harlee’s fingers wrapped around the glass of juice, swirling it gently before taking a delicate sip.

Her eyes flicked to Layne, who stood silently behind Brice.

“So, is he your new assistant?” she asked, a brow arching in subtle amusement.

Brice responded with a warm smile.

“Indeed, he’s Layne Blake.

He’s primarily tasked with managing the basic operations at Janessa Studio.”

Layne, who had been standing behind Brice, stepped forward slightly and offered a respectful bow.

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