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    “I’ve already talked it over with Robbie, and we both agree it’s a challenging n to execute. Apart from theirck of farming expertise, do you really think they’d adapt to country life?” Harlee asked, her tone steady but her face marked by concern.


    “So, expanding on Brenton’s concept, I integrated some of your ideas,” Rhys said, his smile carrying a hint of intrigue.


    Harlee, fascinated, looked up. “What do you mean?”


    Rhys detailed his n. “Remember your idea for a discreet informationwork? I think it’s achievable. We could station them nationwide, even globally. On the surface, we’d be managing a farmhouse restaurant, but in reality, our team would be amassing valuable intelligence.”


    As Harlee’s expression brightened, Rhys added, “We could then employ hacking strategies to conceal their identities and market the information we gather.”


    Harlee’s mind raced with new thoughts. She yfully nudged Rhys’ arm, joking, “That’s an excellent idea. Why didn’t you bring it up sooner?” Rhys offered no reply, simply yfully tousling her hair. He had dyed suggesting the idea until he had fully assessed the informationwork’s potential risks. His priority was keeping Harlee safe from any further dangers.


    Brenton coughed to remind them of his presence. “I’m still here. Could you maybe keep it down a bit?”


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    “No,” Rhys answered smoothly, his expression more serious. “If you’re feeling jealous, you might consider settling down.”


    Brenton was momentarily speechless. He had thought about marriage, but the right partner had evaded him. After years of lighthearted spats with this couple, he often found himself at a loss for words. He figured it was wiser not to provoke further banter.


    Brenton stood and said, “I can manage the farmhouse restaurant operations.”


    Rhys replied, “No need. I’ve made plenty of preparations over the past year, and I’m already well-versed in the farmhouse restaurant business. At this point, the main concern is how the Sanderson family can navigate the situation created above. With Kareem in the military, it’s not simple for us to staypletely uninvolved.”


    Harlee rose to her feet. “Brenton, I’m entrusting you with safeguarding the Sanderson family. I won’t interfere anymore.”


    “Okay, focus on your pregnancy,” Brenton responded, nodding his agreement.


    Rhys wrapped his arm around Harlee’s waist, giving Brenton an earnest look. “If you encounter any problems that the Green Group can’t handle, I’m here to offer my personal assistance.”


    “Thanks,” Brenton said, giving Rhys a friendly pat on the shoulder before he exited the study.


    Over the past year, Rhys had fully integrated into the Sanderson family. Despite asional minor disagreements, no one deliberately made things difficult for him anymore. In fact, they all supported one another professionally.


    Three dayster, the sunlight sparkled over the sea, casting shimmering reflections as Harlee, clutching Rhys’ arm, stood on the deck of a grand cruise ship. The setting sun enveloped them in its warm glow.


    The cruise ship sailed slowly toward a secluded ind they had chosen for their destination.


    Harlee waved farewell to her family gathered on the shore. She continued waving until their figures shrank and finally vanished from view. Turning back, Harlee leaned into Rhys, looking out at the vast ocean, and smiled. “Let’s make this trip our second honeymoon.”


    Once Harlee decided to open a farmhouse restaurant, the first ce that came to mind was the remote ind where Nic had once lived. She was determined to ensure that ce would no longer feel so lonely.


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