Chapter 447:
Overwhelmed, darkness covered Kelleyâs vision, and she collapsed to the floor. The event, both onsite and online, plunged into chaos.
As the host, Spheredale had little interest in entangling herself with Kelleyâs troubles. She was more concerned with making amends.
Earlier, in her distress, she inadvertently disclosed that Harlee was the director of Janessa Studio. Realizing the gravity of her mistake, panic surged through her. She was certain of severe consequences, potentially costing her hundreds of millions.
True to her fears, Harleeâs composed voice soon followed.
âYour company earned over a billion this year, I believeâ¦â
Harlee raised her eyebrows coolly, making a gesture only she and Spheredale understood.
Spheredale forced a smile.
âPerhaps we could settle this with a fifty-fifty split?â
âThen make it an annual contributionâ¦â
Desperate, Spheredale seized Harleeâs hand, pleading, âAlright, as you wish, but not yearly, please. Thatâs too much for me to handle.â
Without waiting for Harleeâs response, Spheredale hurried away.
Rhys moved past Clint to reassure Harlee.
âDonât worry. The live stream only showed your back.â He was aware of Harleeâs preference for privacy.
With a subtle smile, Harlee glanced up at Rhys, appreciative.
âI know. Thanks.â She was aware Patrick had been controlling the camera work.
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Before Rhys could continue, Clint intervened, taking Harleeâs hand firmly.
âLetâs head home.
Donât hang around with dubious characters.â When he uttered âdubious characters,â he gave a fierce glare at Rhys.
When the engagement was called off by the Green family, Clint was in the distant mountains but didnât miss the group chat where his brothers vented their displeasure over Rhysâ actions. Therefore, he held no good feelings toward Rhys, who appeared to try to snatch Harleeâs attention.
Meanwhile, Tiffany stood bewildered, absorbing the revelation that Harlee headed Janessa Studio. She barely registered Clint leading her away, still stunned by the unfolding events.
Outside the event venue, Clint, Rhys, and Harlee walked together, side by side.
Clint shot Rhys a glare that could pierce through steel, as if Rhys were his sworn enemy.
From the moment Rhys stepped out, Clint made sure to stand firmly between him and Harlee.
They soon entered a well-appointed glass lounge, a peaceful haven reserved for VIPs by the Spheredale Group.
Wilton Morgan and Belen Morgan, Lindsayâs father and mother, were found reclining on a plush leather sofa, having chosen the serenity of the tea room over the bustling post-red carpet festivities.
When Wilton saw Harlee, his eyes brightened with recognition. She looked a lot like his rescuer! Not wanting to make assumptions, he studied her closely, stealing a few more glances to be certain.
Rhys, catching sight of Wilton and Belen, approached courteously.
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