Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62:

“You!” Lindsay jumped to her feet, her throat tightening with anger.

“I was merely explaining, and this is how you respond? You truly have no manners! Mr. Green, getting involved with someone from her background could lower your standards. It’s best to keep some distance.”

“Enough!” Rhys snapped, his face growing increasingly stormy with irritation as Lindsay spoke. The air felt heavy with tension.

“Mr. Green, I’m only looking out for you!” Lindsay retorted, her eyes welling up, her voice quivering.

“Don’t you remember what I have done for you over the years? Her presence in your life is too convenient. Why was she flying an aircraft that day? Why does she know precisely that foreign language? Why did she happen to know how to fix an aircraft, indirectly saving your grandfather? She could be a spy from your competitors. You mustn’t let her deceive you.”

Her words were intense and somewhat desperate.

However, Rhys’s expression stayed stern, his tone cold.

“Would you prefer to leave on your own, or should I call security to escort you out?”

“Mr. Green, I…” Tears streamed down Lindsay’s face as she shot a fierce look at Harlee before she stormed out.

“Do you want to join my racing team? I can give you the best pay,” Rhys suggested to Harlee after the meal.

He was confident that with Harlee’s skills, she could accumulate great wealth and rise above her circumstances.

He was sincere in his desire to help her.

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“I’ll pass,” Harlee responded immediately. Turning her passion into her job could ruin the pleasure she found in it.

Plus, her investments in stocks were already paying off, so she didn’t see the need to pursue a career against her will.

“Alright then,” Rhys said, his face showing a trace of disappointment.

He had hoped that working together would provide more chances to see Harlee, but her clear rejection didn’t leave any room for persuasion.

As they left the restaurant, Harlee’s poised and cool demeanor was nearly out of Rhys’ view. It was quite a coincidence to have met her today, and he wasn’t sure when they might cross paths again.

So, he asked, “May I have your contact info? I’ll have your car delivered to your home once it’s fixed.”

Harlee stopped and turned around. She was about to say she could fetch it from the racetrack herself, but Rhys’ earnest look made her reconsider. It was a thoughtful offer, after all.

She nodded in agreement.

“Sure, you can add me on WhatsApp,” she said.

After Rhys entered her number, a black profile picture popped up with a nickname that was merely a period.

He sent a friend request.

Almost instantly, Harlee’s phone indicated a new contact with a red notification dot. Upon checking, the profile showed a blue sky with two clouds for the avatar, and the nickname was “RG,” his initials.

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