?Chapter 463: By the evenings 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 nces.


    Wilton and Belen, not usually ones for the social scene, hade out tonight primarily to support Lindsay and to ensure the Brooks family showed her the proper respect.


    Their main interesty in meeting with Harlee, intending to extend a personal invitation to their home.


    Therefore, it was only upon Harlees return from the backstage area that they allowed themselves their second smile of the evening.


    Turning slightly, Belens 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 ce.


    Harlee, her mind momentarily clouded by the irritating memory of Lindsays smirk, felt an urge to decline.


    Yet, the thought of the Morgan familys illustrious collection of archaeological artifacts swiftly changed her mind.


    She gave a quick nod, her tone light.


    Yes, Im free tomorrow.


    Wiltons face lit up with a broad smile.


    Perfect! Then its a date.


    Join us for dinner at our ce tomorrow! Sounds great! Harlee agreed, her voice bright.


    With Harlees eptance, Wilton and Belen shared a look of quiet contentment.


    Neither Wilton nor Belen had any real enthusiasm for tonights engagement party.


    ???ε?? ￠??t?€я? ?η ?a?и?νê??.??? 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 whats best for their kids, dont they? She briefly thought of Lonnie and Sk, 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 yful smirk, extending her hand.


    One hundred million, if you please.


    Rhysughed and took her hand, his grip firm and warm.


    Just then, Harlees phone pinged with a notificationone hundred million credited to her ount.


    Harlees 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, Youve been amazing, you know.


    You deserve something special.


    Just then, the lights in the hall dimmed for the engagement ceremony, drawing all eyes to therge screen disying snapshots of Ang and Wades moments together.


    Rhys, hoping for a tender kiss, tilted his head down slightly.


    Feeling Harlees fingers tug at his cor, he shut his eyes, awaiting her lips.


    But instead of a kiss, he was greeted with Harlees yful voice.


    Oh? Has your mind wandered to romantic escapades already? .


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