Chapter 1009: Chapter 1009

Chapter 1009:

“Mr. Green, instead of spending the evening with Anika, you’re here…” Rhys froze, the cigarette still between his lips.

He quickly shifted the topic.

“What kind of cooperation are you offering?”

Harlee’s gaze briefly flicked over the deliberate curve of his waist, and she swallowed involuntarily before looking away.

“Help me deal with Jeff’s family and clean up the Sanderson Group’s public image. In return, I’ll grant you one request.”

“Your offer is far more valuable than that. It’s a deal I can’t refuse,” Rhys replied with a smile.

Clearing his throat, his tone dropped to something deep and enticing.

“Let me throw in a gift.”

He grabbed a file from the bedside table and tossed it her way. It landed smoothly in her hands.

Harlee raised an eyebrow, casting him a look before opening the file slowly.

As expected, it contained evidence of Dina’s misdeeds.

Harlee was puzzled.

First, Rhys handed her a well-thought-out plan to handle Matteo. Then, a strategy to deal with Jeff’s family.

Finally, undeniable proof to send Dina to prison. What was Rhys up to?

For a brief moment, Harlee felt a tremor in her chest. She wasn’t prone to overthinking, but she couldn’t help but wonder if Rhys had been quietly helping her all along.

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But then, just as the thought crossed her mind, he shattered it.

Rhys removed the cigarette and moved toward Harlee. Lifting her chin gently, his voice dropped to a teasing whisper.

“Would you spend the night with me just for the sake of it?”

Harlee let out a cold laugh.

Her eyes narrowed icily. She had thought, for a moment, that Rhys still had feelings for her.

But no—he was just another man, driven by desire. Three years ago, he had never had sex with her.

Now, even though he had been with other women, he still wanted to sleep with her.

Smirking mockingly, Harlee placed a slender hand on his chest and shoved him back.

“I don’t play with secondhand toys,” she said coldly, slamming the evidence onto the table.

Rhys caught her by the waist, his lips curling into a playful smile.

“It was just a joke, Miss Sanderson. Surely, you’re not angry, right?”

Glaring at him, Harlee retorted, “This is the last time I ask.

Are we going to cooperate or not?”

“Of course.” Rhys wasn’t about to truly anger Harlee.

“Just let me know when you need them to agree to the autopsy.

Give me a time, and they’ll follow your lead.”

“Quite confident, aren’t you?” Before coming to Rhys, Harlee had sent Ritchie to negotiate.

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