Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Chapter 110:

He then moved to a private area for calls, advising Harlee to go ahead and start without him.

Harlee hadn’t had much since breakfast besides a few desserts and was fairly hungry. Not one to stand on ceremony, she ordered as soon as Rhys left.

As Harlee savored the tender, juicy steak, she admired the view outside the window, quietly appreciating a meal fit for a black card reservation.

Soon after, a man in a dark gray suit approached her.

“Miss, are you here alone? May I have the honor of buying you a drink?”

Harlee looked up, locking eyes with the man’s earnest expression.

He seemed refined and well-mannered, but she was cautious about unfamiliar men approaching her. Just as she was about to decline, a familiar male voice intervened.

“She doesn’t drink alcohol.” Rhys’ voice was unmistakable.

Harlee turned and asked, “Wasn’t that an international business call? You wrapped up that fast?”

“Just a small matter,” Rhys said, confirming with a nod as he took the seat across from her.

The man recognized Rhys from a previous event and felt slightly embarrassed to see Rhys joining Harlee so comfortably. Realizing that Harlee and Rhys might be more than friends, he was relieved he had been respectful. It was good that he had been courteous. Otherwise, he could have been in a tight spot.

The man gave Rhys a small bow and said, “My apologies, Mr. Green.”

With Rhys nodding in response, the man promptly retreated to his own table, having sensed the intensity in Rhys’ eyes. Lingering around felt like inviting trouble.

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The other men in the restaurant, who had been watching Harlee, held back their urges after seeing the scene unfold. They knew better than to mess with a business tycoon like Rhys.

Seeing that Harlee’s plate was empty, Rhys asked, “Would you like anything else?”

“I’d actually like a drink,” Harlee responded with a playful smile.

“Mr. Green, I do appreciate a good drink.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that,” Rhys said, offering a faint smile filled with affection.

Harlee felt a flicker of discomfort and quickly changed the subject.

“I saw the news. Thank you. That must have taken a lot of effort, right?”

Rhys initially wanted to brush it off as nothing, just a matter of issuing a few orders.

But then he recalled the advice from Hamilton’s guide on winning a girl’s heart and chose his words carefully.

“Well, everything went smoothly, though taking down the mayor required a bit of work.”

As he anticipated, Harlee’s expression softened noticeably.

Seizing the moment, Rhys smoothly shifted the conversation to Harlee’s favorite topic: racing.

Demonstrating his attentiveness was enough; there was no need for any acknowledgment or thanks.

“The car is nearly fixed. Would you like to drive it yourself, or should I have it delivered back to the track for you?” Rhys asked.

Harlee swirled the wine in her glass, took a sip, and replied, “Please have it delivered back to the track. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

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