Chapter 1711: Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711:

“There’s still some work left, but I handed it over to Patrick to deal with.”

As Brixton spoke, he reached out and playfully poked Felix’s chubby cheek, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Harlee, this little guy keeps getting cuter. I swear, I’m tempted to take him home.”

Harlee arched a delicate brow, her expression laced with amusement.

“Go ahead.”

Brixton’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He had expected a playful retort, not outright permission.

“Really? You can’t take that back! I’m bringing Felix home with me tonight!”

Rhys, who had initially been irked by Brixton’s interruption, suddenly found himself reevaluating the situation. If Brixton took Felix away, that meant his wife would finally be all his for the night.

“Fine. I’ll even give you a day off tomorrow. Patrick can handle the company affairs,” Rhys said to Brixton coolly, as though handing down a decree.

Brixton’s face lit up as if he had just struck gold. He nodded eagerly, unable to believe his luck. Not only did he get a day off—a rare luxury—but he also had the chance to spend an entire day with the adorable Felix.

Harlee merely cast Brixton a knowing glance and said nothing. She could already picture the scene: by tonight—no, by dawn—he would be scrambling to return Felix. After all, the little troublemaker had earned his reputation fair and square.

Meanwhile, Serena, having wrapped up a grueling three-day lecture series, was making her way back to her apartment when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Errol—a man who had been absent from the public eye for quite some time.

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Her steps slowed as her gaze fell on him, void of warmth, like an unyielding sheet of ice.

Despite Errol being her biological grandfather, Serena saw him as nothing more than a stranger. More precisely, he was Harlee’s enemy, and that alone made him hers too.

Errol had deliberately sought Serena out, and the moment their eyes met, he took the initiative.

“Professor Fletcher, I presume? A pleasure to finally meet you. I am Errol Happer of the Happer Group. I must say, your reputation precedes you. It’s one thing to hear of your brilliance, but seeing is believing. You truly stand out among the younger generation.”

Although the Napper Group was one of the main families in Uwhor, Serena was a world-renowned medical expert. Errol still had to win her favor, if it came to that. After all, the Happer Group might make a fortune if they had just a glimpse of her medical studies.

Serena quelled her emotions and stepped forward with measured grace. Though she found his presence distasteful, her expression remained warm, her tone effortlessly poised.

“So, it’s you, Mr. Happer?”

Serena’s voice carried an unmistakable chill, yet her expression remained perfectly poised—warm, even. It was a contradiction so seamless that one couldn’t tell whether she was being distant or genuinely receptive.

Errol’s gaze sharpened as he studied her. Her eyes revealed nothing out of the ordinary, and her smile, though practiced, seemed authentic. Her tone might be grating, but with no concrete evidence of hostility, there was little he could say. Besides, if the rumors about her held any truth, she was far from the most accommodating person to deal with.

Forcing his own expression into something resembling cordiality, Errol reminded himself that he couldn’t afford to alienate her. He needed her on his side. She exuded an almost unsettling enthusiasm, making it impossible for him to maintain a frosty demeanor.

“Professor Fletcher, I’ll be candid. This meeting of ours was no accident. I waited for you on your way back to your apartment. I trust you don’t mind?” Errol’s words were measured, devoid of any unnecessary warmth. Speaking in a fatherly tone to someone several decades younger felt unnatural, almost ridiculous.

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