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    After a moment’s pause, he added, his voice taking on amanding edge, “Since you’re so clever, why don’t you try to guess why I used this method?”


    Harlee’s fingers drummed idly on the table.


    Her expression was as rxed as ever, with her eyes and brows revealing the usualzy indifference.


    “Well, judging by your understanding of me, you are rather pleased with me as your future granddaughter-inw.” She spoke with no trace of arrogance, only a quiet confidence in her grasp of Nathaniel’s character.


    After a brief pause, she continued, her tone casual, “So, the first reason is that you wanted to see me without involving Rhys in it too much.”


    “You are very smart.”


    “I know,” Harlee replied,pletely unfazed by thepliment.


    Her fingers continued their steady tap on the table.


    “The second reason is that you want Rhys to return to the Green family mansion. I bet it has something to do with an internal matter within the Green family itself.”


    “You have guessed both points correctly,” Nathaniel said with a satisfied nod.


    “Rhys certainly has good taste, but let’s not forget the beginning of your rtionship with Rhys wasrgely due to my acting skills back then. Otherwise, how else would you two have had such a deep connection?”


    Nathaniel’s chest swelled with pride as he remembered how his theatrics had led to the bungee jumping incident, which ultimately brought Rhys and Harlee together. While praising Rhys, he didn’t forget to throw himself apliment in the process.


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    Nathaniel knew Harlee well enough to understand she wasn’t the type to offer emptypliments. This was as sincere as she could be, and because of that, he was more than satisfied with her as his future granddaughter-inw. Yet, he couldn’t shake the thought that someone as wonderful as Harlee might not be interested in his grandson.


    After all, Rhyscked charm and was hopeless when it came to sweet-talking.


    “Harlee, you are incredible in every way.


    But tell me, what’s with your taste? Is it a little off?” Nathaniel asked with a frown.


    “Rhys is quite dull.


    He’s not even half as handsome as I was at his age. I’m curious. What is it that you see in him?”


    Harlee’s lips curled into a yful smile as she met his gaze.


    Her eyes sparkled with amusement.


    “Well, I beg to differ.


    His cooking is top-notch.


    And actually, he has quite a way with words, which contrasts with your impression of him being dull.


    His sweet talk brings me joy.


    His ability to handle things neatly ismendable.”


    Nathaniel’s mouth hung open in surprise. While he knew Rhys could cook, Harlee’s mention of Rhys’ sweet talk seemed unfathomable. Was this really his usually stoic grandson she was talking about?


    Harlee wasn’t the least bit bothered by Nathaniel’s stunned silence. Instead, she casually shifted her gaze over his shoulder, a yful smile dancing on her lips.


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