?Chapter 769:


    “Get the car ready. We’re heading there.”


    Rhys had nned to wait a few more days, intending to formally introduce Harlee to his grandfather when he had more time.


    But it seemed Nathaniel’s patience had worn thin.


    “Right away, sir.” Patrick bowed slightly before leaving to prepare the vehicle.


    Half an hourter, in the Green family’s sprawling mansion, Cullen walked from the living room carrying two steaming cups of coffee. Just as he reached the door to the study, Rhys appeared, strolling in from the hall.


    With a broad smile, Cullen greeted Rhys, his voice warm.


    “Mr. Green, it’s been a while.”


    Rhys gave a slight nod.


    “Hello, Cullen.”


    Cullen gave Rhys a quick once-over, his sharp eyes catching Rhys’ hurried pace.


    A mischievous glint sparkled in his gaze as he teased, “Are you here to see your grandpa or your girlfriend?”


    Rhys responded calmly, “What do you think?”


    Before Cullen could reply, a deep, gravelly voice echoed from within the study.


    “Rhys,e right up here.”


    Rhys stepped into the study, with Cullen following behind, carrying the two cups of coffee.


    Inside, Harlee and Nathaniel sat across from each other, absorbed in a game of backgammon.


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    Deep in thought, Nathaniel held a ck piece in his hand, weighing his next move. While it was clear Nathaniel was ying from behind in this game, on the surface, it appeared he had the upper hand.


    Neither Harlee nor Nathaniel acknowledged Cullen and Rhys.


    Ever the tactful one, Cullen ced the cups of coffee on the table and stood behind Nathaniel.


    Rhys nced at his grandfather before walking to Harlee’s side and sitting beside her.


    Nathaniel lifted his gaze from the board and looked at Rhys.


    He snorted at Rhys’ck of a greeting upon entering the room.


    A few movester, Harlee’s white pieces on the board had crumbled, no longer holding the advantage they once had. Nathaniel stroked his freshly shaved beard, a subtle smirk ying at the corners of his lips.


    While it wasn’t exactly something to brag about, there was a certain smug satisfaction in outmaneuvering his grandson’s girlfriend right in front of him. It was a small victory that fueled his pride. Yet, to show some degree of respect for Harlee, Nathaniel bit his tongue, holding back just a little.


    “Rhys, check this out. Looks like I’m about to win this game,” Nathaniel said, with a slight gleam of pride in his voice.


    Standing behind Nathaniel, Cullen nced over the board with a sly smile curling his lips. Nathaniel’s ck pieces had decisively turned the tide, pushing the white pieces into a hopeless corner.


    Unbothered, Rhys nced at his grandfather and then casually used a fork to feed a grape to Harlee, his actions cool andposed.


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