Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Chapter 71:

“Understood!” Hamilton affirmed, posture snapping to attention.

Just as Hamilton prepared to tell Rhys about the auction items, he saw Rhys was gazing at something.

Following Rhys’ line of sight, Hamilton’s eyes landed on a figure below, the sight of a woman in a dark trench coat seated in the VIP balcony. The woman was a vision, leaning back against the cushioned leather sofa, her elegant hand gently rotating a glass of wine, the burgundy liquid twirling gracefully.

Her demeanor was poised and relaxed, an air of serene confidence surrounding her.

Her features were mesmerizing, drawing the gaze of anyone who chanced a look her way.

Hamilton could understand why even Rhys, typically aloof around women, seemed spellbound.

A thought crossed Hamilton’s mind. This could delight Nathaniel, who had been eager for Rhys to settle down. Such a possibility now seemed tantalizingly close.

“Mr. Green, shall I inquire after her contact details?” Hamilton ventured, knowing Rhys was out of his depth when it came to romantic pursuits. It would be a lost opportunity if Rhys’ hesitance stood in their way.

Although Rhys was a titan in the business realm, reigning supreme among the upper echelons of corporate giants, his prowess in matters of the heart left much to be desired.

Hamilton, much seasoned in such intricate affairs, believed Rhys could benefit greatly from his expertise.

Yet, when Hamilton suggested as much, Rhys’ piercing gaze cut through him, sending an involuntary shudder down his spine. What had sparked such ire?

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As Hamilton’s eyes darted downward, he noticed a striking man standing next to the young woman.

Could the two be an item? This thought lingered uncomfortably in his mind.

“I already have her contact details. Stick to the task I’ve given you,” Rhys instructed curtly.

“Understood,” Hamilton replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

He hastened out of the office, relieved to leave the oppressive atmosphere behind.

But as Hamilton reached the hallway, he halted abruptly, struck by a sudden realization. What had Rhys just implied?

Rhys felt a heavy tension in his chest, his blood running cold as he observed Harlee sitting at the exclusive table across the room, surrounded by only twelve seats, each one occupied by the crème de la crème of Multitopia’s business and political elite.

Had that man orchestrated such an opulent display? The lavish setup made it hard for Rhys to believe that Harlee and the mysterious man were simply acquaintances.

“How much longer?” Harlee asked, glancing at the ornate, gilded European clock hanging on the wall of the auction hall. It was already ten minutes past the agreed time.

“They’re here,” Brenton announced, pointing ahead.

Harlee followed his gaze and immediately felt a sharp surprise as she laid eyes on what was on stage. There, shimmering under the spotlight, was a brooch shaped like a ginkgo leaf, its surface adorned with a kaleidoscope of diamonds, meticulously arranged to resemble a gardenia. The gem-encrusted piece dazzled magnificently, drawing the admiration of everyone in the room.

Harlee felt a tightening in her chest as she watched, her breath catching.

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