Chapter 1489: Chapter 1489

Chapter 1489:

The lively discussions in the chat continued, and alongside their enthusiasm, the praise for Harlee never ceased.

Tiffany sauntered over to Harlee in the dressing room, her phone in hand and a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“Harlee, today’s incident has really stirred the pot with the crew. The group chat’s buzzing with messages. Even Yvonne’s old manipulative tricks are being dragged into the spotlight.”

“Moreover…”

Tiffany paused, her grin widening as if savoring the moment.

“Well, it seems you’ve gained quite a fan club again.”

Harlee’s gaze shifted to the phone as she skimmed through the latest messages in the chat. Her lips couldn’t help but twitch. Without dwelling on the drama, she stood up, glanced at Rhys, Brenton, and Clint, and asked, “I’m starving. What do you want to eat? Barbecue or something else?”

Nothing took precedence over eating. While Harlee longed to return home and wrap Felix in a comforting embrace, the allure of food came first, its temptation impossible to resist.

Afraid Rhys would take the lead again, Brenton replied quickly, “Harlee, let’s head back home and have a barbecue. It will be more fun with the whole family there.”

Clint’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. He was eager for Tiffany to join them at the Sanderson family estate, hoping her presence would bridge their gap, proving that their different backgrounds could unite them rather than stand as a barrier.

Before Harlee could nod, Tiffany cut in, her voice soft yet firm.

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“Harlee, Brenton, I won’t join you. The director probably has some things to discuss with me. I should stay behind and go over the details.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Clint immediately mirrored her words. If Tiffany didn’t feel like going, he wouldn’t force her. He would stick by her side without a second thought.

Rhys couldn’t help but purse his lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief. With a playful smile, he turned to Brenton.

“By now, your parents must have already eaten lunch, right? Lee, how about we head to Remson Manor instead? Sound good?”

Brenton shot Rhys a sharp glare. He suspected Rhys of trying to take Harlee away from him, but Brenton wouldn’t allow it. After all, he and Harlee shared a family bond that couldn’t be broken.

Harlee pressed her fingers to her forehead in frustration. She had no desire to argue with these immature men, so she grabbed her phone instead.

“Mom, have you guys eaten yet? You haven’t? How about we have a barbecue today? Brenton and Clint will be coming over too. We’ll be there in about an hour, give or take. Alright, we are on our way now.”

After ending the call, Harlee gave the phone a playful shake, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Let’s head home for a barbecue!”

With that, the group, now joined by Clint and Tiffany, happily made their way back to the Sanderson family’s home.

Earlier, just before leaving, Harlee glanced back at Tiffany and said in a light tone, “The director is probably too busy to go over the details with you right now.”

“Oh,” Tiffany responded softly.

Harlee continued, “So, why don’t you come home with us for the barbecue?” Her eyes spoke volumes, silently urging Tiffany to follow her lead. As though the invitation was irresistible, Tiffany’s lips parted just enough for a soft nod of agreement.

And so, the five of them strode out of the dressing room in a grand and spirited fashion.

Once in the car, Tiffany cast a sidelong glance at Harlee. Scratching the back of her head sheepishly, she leaned closer and whispered, “Harlee, are you sure it’s okay for me to visit your parents like this?” Her uncertainty was written all over her face.

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