Chapter 1600: Chapter 1600

Chapter 1600:

Harlee’s expression was unreadable as she glanced at Rhys before settling next to Brixton, her demeanor poised.

“Alright, I’ll have some chocolate ice cream, and make it quick—ten minutes.”

When Rhys noticed Harlee’s playful demeanor, he immediately realized she must have seen the pictorial report Patrick prepared. His expression softened into a tender, though resigned, smile. He stood and joined her at the table. As Rhys approached, Patrick tensed up momentarily. Was Harlee about to deliver a swift kick to Rhys? Or perhaps even stomp on him?

In the brief moment it took Rhys to sit beside her, Patrick’s imagination had run wild with scenarios. Yet, none of them materialized. Not only did Harlee refrain from striking Rhys, but she also didn’t shrug off the arm he draped around her shoulders.

Patrick was baffled. Wasn’t Harlee the one who despised betrayal the most? How was it different with Rhys?

Harlee, sitting gracefully with her legs crossed, flashed a mischievous smile.

“I’ve just finished a stint as Barry’s personal bodyguard and earned a billion. Let’s go out for a luxurious dinner later.”

Patrick’s mouth fell open in shock.

Brixton was equally stunned. Personal bodyguard? A billion? These were concepts he understood individually, but together, they baffled him.

After a moment of silence, Brixton’s face lit up with excitement.

“Harlee, can we order anything we want? How about we rent a yacht and enjoy a feast at sea? It’s been ages since I’ve had such fun.”

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Rhys coughed gently next to him, and Brixton immediately tempered his enthusiasm.

At this moment, Rhys was the one Brixton feared the most.

It took a while for Patrick to grasp the full extent of the conversation. He looked incredulously at Harlee and asked slowly, “Harlee, are you pulling my leg?”

Brixton, unaware of the pictorial report, thought Patrick was questioning the truth of Harlee’s claim. He quickly interjected before Harlee could respond, “Patrick, with Harlee’s skills, it’s entirely plausible for her to serve as a president’s bodyguard, right?”

“Though a billion for the job might seem like a stretch,” Brixton muttered to himself.

Rhys glanced up, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he gave Patrick a subtle smile.

A shiver ran down Patrick’s spine, his breath catching as though Rhys’ gaze had physically constricted his breathing. He felt like a marked man.

Rhys’ voice was light but carried a clear threat as he said, “You seem to have a talent for pictorial tasks, don’t you?”

Patrick struggled for breath, his attempt to stand straighter failing to ease the sudden tightness in his chest.

“Perfect, you’ll manage all pictorial assignments for the Green Group over the next three years,” Rhys said calmly.

Beside them, Brixton watched the exchange, his expression one of stunned silence. Curiosity burned within him, but he sensed that staying quiet was his safest option.

Harlee cocked an eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she turned to Rhys. Her voice was even as she asked, “Did he do something wrong?”

Rhys caught the undercurrent in her tone and quickly corrected his course, saying, “No, it’s merely a chance to enhance his skills.”

Harlee hummed, her scrutiny unwavering, but she held her peace.

Patrick’s heart raced with the adrenaline of a narrow escape. He stole a glance at Rhys, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. Clearly, aligning with Harlee was the smartest move he had ever made.

Although Brixton didn’t fully understand their conversation, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. Rhys had long been an unchallenged authority in business, yet here he was, adjusting his decisions at Harlee’s subtle prompting. Brixton recalled his mother’s advice: in power plays, backing Harlee was always the right bet.

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