Chapter 63:
As Harlee looked at his avatar and nickname, she couldnât help but notice how surprisingly traditional they seemed. It was hard to believe they belonged to someone in their 20s. She almost chuckled at the thought but held back her smile.
âThis is my only personal WhatsApp account.
Besides my grandfather, youâre the only one on it,â Rhys told her, his gaze intense, his voice soft.
Harlee just gave a small nod and tucked her phone away, missing the hint in his tone.
âWhen the car is ready, Iâd rather come get it myself than let others know my address.â
âUnderstood,â Rhys replied.
It wasnât until Harleeâs taxi had disappeared that Rhys turned away, a look of concern etching his brow. Perhaps the typical romantic moves seen in dramas wouldnât sway Harlee.
But at least now, he had her personal contact information.
Time clicked to eight oâclock in the evening.
At the Sanderson family residence, dinner was ready, served by the servants.
Skyla had been standing at the door for quite some time, her eyes fixed anxiously on the street.
âMrs. Sanderson, maybe we should eat first. We donât know when Miss Sanderson will be home, and just waiting isnât helping,â one of the servants suggested.
Skyla let out a sigh.
âIâm so worried. Why isnât Harlee back yet? Sheâs just a young girl and could be so easily harmed. If she doesnât return in the next five minutes, Iâm calling the police.â
Hearing this, Etta quickly approached Skyla and said, âDonât worry, Mrs. Sanderson.
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Harlee is no longer a child. She can handle herself, so thereâs no need to involve the police.â
Inwardly, Etta commented that it would be a relief if Harlee found herself in a bit of trouble and never returned.
While Skyla was lost in her concerns, headlights suddenly lit up the road.
A flashy red sports car appeared first. The door swung open, and out stepped a man over six feet tall with mullet-styled hair, the tips dyed a deep blue.
He was undeniably handsome, radiating a carefree and rebellious vibe.
Noticing Skyla at the door, his eyes warmed into a playful smile. With a relaxed tone, he said, âI never imagined youâd be out here waiting. Looks like you really do care about us, Mom.â
Following closely was a Lincoln limousine. The butler courteously opened the door.
A man with polished shoes emerged, stepping onto the marble floor in a crisp suit and tie.
His lips were set in a firm line, and his eyes sparkled with profound wisdom, his presence commanding respect.
Ettaâs eyes brightened as she lifted her dress slightly and hurried over, her voice gentle as a whisper.
âBrenton, Fletcher, welcome home!â
âHmm.â Brenton Sanderson acknowledged with a small nod, his expression reserved and somewhat detached.
In contrast, Fletcher Sanderson gazed at Etta with a smile.
âSo, how have you been managing at home lately?â
Etta nodded eagerly.
âVery well, Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson have been very good to me, and Iâve really missed you both.â
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