Chapter 59:
Harlee had once been engaged to a man like this? Adelina froze for a moment when she heard Rhysâ comment, casting a quick, furtive glance his way.
Could he really be standing up for her?
Before Collin could push back, Rhysâ patience wore thin.
Bodyguards swooped in, seizing Collin and his group, and escorted them out without hesitation.
Harlee inspected the damage to her car, her brow furrowed over the chipped paint and dents.
âIâll have someone fix it,â Rhys murmured, walking over with a serious tone that bordered on a vow.
âThank you. I appreciate that,â Harlee responded, accepting his offer without hesitation, her mind set on getting her cherished race car back to pristine condition.
Rhys added, his tone sincere, âI am sorry. I never saw this coming. I invited you here to unwind, not to get caught up in chaos.â
Harlee dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand.
âItâs fine.
After all, danger is the least of my worries.â
âLet me treat you to dinner. You pick the place.â Rhysâ tone was cautious, his eyes glued on her face to gauge her reaction.
Harlee, feeling a pang of hunger, didnât pick up on his underlying hesitation. She suggested a restaurant offhand.
Onlookers stared in shock as Rhys, who typically kept a distance from women, invited Harlee out for dinner. It made sense, though, considering Harleeâs stellar performance on the track.
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Her potential career move could be a huge boost for the racetrack.
Outside the venue, Lindsay found herself without the proper credentials to enter, leaving her with no choice but to wait anxiously, frequently stretching her neck to peek inside.
Finally, she spotted Rhys making his exit, his demeanor effortless and poised.
Clutching her dress, Lindsayâs face betrayed a flicker of shyness.
As she moved to greet him, her welcoming smile suddenly froze.
To her dismay, she recognized Harlee standing beside Rhys.
Why did it have to be this woman again?
With her frustration boiling over, Lindsay confronted Harlee, her voice loud and fierce.
âHarlee Sanderson, have you no shame? Wasnât it enough that you threw yourself at Mr. Green last time? And here you are again, clinging to him like some dreadful leech.â
âEnough,â Rhys interjected sharply, his icy stare silencing Lindsay.
âI personally invited Miss Sanderson.â
âWhat?â Lindsayâs features contorted in disbelief. This couldnât be. Surely, Harlee had to have seduced him.
Rhys, known for his discernment, couldnât possibly find genuine interest in someone so unremarkable from such humble origins.
Lindsay considered herself far more suitable for Rhys.
After all, she hailed from the prestigious Morgan family, one of the top four influential families.
Lindsay shot Harlee a withering look, filled with resentment.
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