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    “What would you know?” Nathaniel quipped, casting a mocking re at Cullen before turning on his heel, hands sped behind his back, clearly uninterested in offering any further rification.


    Nathaniel snorted.


    Being his future granddaughter-inw, Harlee was not a guest to be summoned at whim. More crucially, if Rhys found out, he wouldn’t have the chance to have a pleasant exchange with Harlee.


    Ten minutester, Harlee approached at a leisurely pace.


    From afar, she noticed Nathaniel’s silhouette, and her gaze grew thoughtful.


    “Mr. Green,” she greeted evenly.


    Nathaniel arched a brow.


    “Harlee, I finally have the pleasure of seeing you today. You wouldn’t believe how Rhys…”


    Nathanielunched into a lengthy tirade about Rhys’ antics, ending with an exaggeratedly pitiful tone.


    “You actually wanted to meet me sooner if it weren’t for Rhys’ck of arrangement, right?”


    Harlee stayed quiet. Though Rhys held his grandfather in high regard, Harlee had only met Nathaniel once and didn’t share much of a bond with him.


    “I knew your answer with just a nce,” Nathaniel continued with a self-assured smile.


    “So, let’s keep this meeting between us, alright?”


    Harlee blinked, caught off guard.


    Before she could respond, Nathaniel turned his attention to Cullen, who promptly stepped forward.


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    “Mr. Green, Miss Sanderson, this isn’t the best ce for a conversation. Shall we go to the Green family estate?”


    Harlee lifted a brow. She didn’t object to visiting the estate but couldn’t help but wonder about Nathaniel’s intentions. The first time they crossed paths, he had feigned illness just to trick her and Rhys into a bungee-jumping escapade. What mischief could Nathaniel be nning this time? Well, if humoring him kept him content, she’d y along.


    Harlee’s lips curled into a faint smirk. Nathaniel seemed unaware of how closely Rhys’ informants monitored the activities at Remson Manor. Should she give Nathaniel a heads-up? Watching Nathaniel’s ted expression, she decided against ruining the moment.


    Harlee inclined her head slightly and said, “Very well, Mr. Green. Let’s go.” Though not entirely sure of his motives, she found herself mildly curious about his unannounced visit.


    Little did Harlee know, Nathaniel simply wanted to meet the woman destined to be his granddaughter-inw.


    He had been looking forward to this for ages.


    Meanwhile, at the Green Group’s headquarters, Rhys paused mid-signature when Patrick entered.


    “Mr. Green, your grandfather personally went to Remson Manor to invite Miss Sanderson to the Green family estate.”


    Rhys’ dark eyes revealed no surprise.


    He set his pen down.


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