Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

He already has someone else in his heart! Harlee, you’re truly pathetic. I feel sorry for you.

Ha-ha!”

Etta raved like a madwoman, but Harlee simply closed the door, shutting out the noise. She couldn’t care less for her fiancé, whom she assumed she had never met before. So, Etta’s words hardly affected her.

However, Harlee felt a rising dislike for the fiancé she was about to meet. If he already had someone he loved, why was he meeting her? She clicked her tongue. What a jerk.

The next day, after breakfast, Etta massaged Skyla’s shoulders. Skyla urged Harlee to go out for the meeting. Judging from Skyla’s demeanor, Harlee could tell her mother had a favorable impression of her fiancé and valued the alliance between the two families.

Watching Skyla see Harlee off at the villa, Etta clenched her fists, her nails digging painfully into her palms.

Ever since Harlee’s return, Etta felt like she was invisible.

Despite not being related to the Sandersons by blood, she believed she should be the one cherished and spoiled by the Sanderson family.

Etta was determined to remove Harlee from the picture.

Prompted by Skyla’s reminder, Harlee arrived at the restaurant ten minutes ahead of schedule.

However, even after waiting for thirty minutes beyond their agreed time, her fiancé had still not arrived.

Harlee checked her watch, stood up decisively, and walked out.

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Her perception of her fiancé was rapidly shifting. If he had reservations about the engagement, he could have simply declined and ended things. Once he made his position clear, she wouldn’t have made a scene or clung to the relationship.

But standing her up like this felt incredibly disrespectful.

As Harlee exited the private room and stood by the elevator, she noticed a familiar face.

Tall and composed in a casual suit, the man’s striking appearance drew attention, but his strong presence made people hesitate to approach.

Harlee’s eyes widened when she recognized Rhys.

What a small world!

When Rhys spotted her, his face registered a look of surprise.

“Good day, Miss Sanderson,” Rhys said, taking the lead in the conversation.

“Are you here for a meal?”

“I had an appointment,” Harlee replied with a casual shrug.

“Then…” Rhys glanced over her shoulder.

“I got stood up,” Harlee admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

“What a coincidence,” Rhys remarked.

“I was supposed to meet someone too, but they never showed up.”

Could such coincidences be real? Harlee let out a soft laugh.

“If you’re free, Miss Sanderson, would you like to spend the weekend with me?” Rhys asked, his tone unexpectedly direct.

Harlee almost refused. She was naturally reserved and preferred her own company.

“I’ve asked for your help many times, and I want to show my appreciation,” Rhys added.

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