?Chapter 494: Harlee chuckled softly, motioning for Rhys to check his phone instead of replying.


    She kept her thoughts to herself as she watched his expression shift.


    Rhys picked up his phone, his rxed demeanor giving way to a tightened look before settling into a grimace apanied by a wry smile.


    His screen was flooded with dozens of messages and several missed video calls from Brenton, each one more insistent than thest, demanding he bring Harlee back promptly or risk losing his approval.


    With a sigh, Rhys typed a brief Okay in response and turned to Harlee.


    I hadnt checked my phone earlier, he exined, clearly trying to avoid Brentons growing ire.


    Almost instantly, another message from Brenton popped up: Hurry back! Reading it, Rhys stood, taking Harlees hand in his.


    Lets head out.


    Ill drive you home.


    Harlee chuckled at his resigned expression.


    Gazing at him intently, her cool voice carried a hint of warmth.


    Scared of Brenton, are you? Rhys responded with a grave nod.


    More scared of losing you.


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    On his way back after dropping Harlee off, Rhys noticed a message from Patrick on his phone.


    Mr.


    Green, Ive looked into it.


    This morning, Etta tried pulling some dirty tricks to turn public opinion against Miss Sanderson.


    But things backfired.


    Miss Sanderson outyed her, and now Ettas image is in shambles.


    Soon after, Patrick sent another update.


    Hamiltonstest report suggests that Lindsay is up to something big.


    Ang, Etta, and the rising star Kelley seem to be wrapped up in Lindsays shady dealings.


    Were still digging into the details of whats going on.


    Rhys chuckled dryly, his fingers clenching tightly as the veins on his hand stood out.


    His piercing, frost-cold gaze burned with intensity.


    He knew Lindsay went after Harlee, willing to go to such lengths.


    Without a second thought, Rhys erased the message and immediately dialed Patrick.


    His voice carried a sharp edge of anger as he barked, Dig into everything and leave no detail out! Waste no time in delivering the full report straight to Wilton! Understood! Hanging up the call, Rhys fixed his gaze straight ahead, eyes zing with intensity.


    Slowly, he licked his lips, his voice low and deliberate as he dered, Nobody messes with Harlee and walks away unscathed… .


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