Chapter 724:
âOaklee, when it comes to Mr. Greenâs business, how could someone like me possibly know anything?â
Patrick had every intention of excusing himself, but knowing Oakleeâs temperament, he feared that if he mentioned needing to use the restroom, she might make him demonstrate it in front of everyone in the room. The thought made his stomach churn with embarrassment.
âSpending too much time with Ruben Natt, huh? You have picked up the art of dodging questions like a pro.â Oaklee shot Patrick a knowing glance.
âWell, Iâm in a good mood today, so Iâll let it slide.â
Upon hearing this, Patrick visibly relaxed and quickly retreated to a corner.
Although Oaklee was in a good mood, purposely provoking her was another matter. Yet, some people thrived on courting trouble.
Bart, one of Rhysâ top men, was a solid leader and a fierce fighter, consistently ranking among the top three.
But he had one glaring weakness.
He was a hopeless romantic with terrible judgment.
Not long ago, Bart watched a drama and fell for the heroine.
After tracking down her contact, he wooed her, and before long, she was his girlfriend. The woman in question was none other than Kelley, the same fiery heroine who had butted heads with Harlee only a few days ago.
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Bart had always been admired for his generosity. Thanks to him, Kelley had moved from a modest flat to an opulent estate, gaining privileges far beyond her station. Yet now, for the first time since they began dating, she had felt overlooked. This neglect festered into bitterness, particularly toward Oaklee, who had effortlessly captured all the attention.
Still, Kelley was shrewd enough to grasp that Oakleeâs influence was formidable, and it might be beyond Bartâs ability to shield her if she provoked Oaklee.
Determined to turn the situation to her advantage, Kelley resolved to befriend Oaklee.
Even if no tangible rewards came of it, aligning herself with someone so revered as Oaklee would make her the center of attention again.
Clutching a wine glass, Kelley sauntered toward Oaklee with deliberate grace.
âOaklee, Iâm Kelley Archer, Bartâs girlfriend,â she said, her tone light but intentional. Kelley was fully aware that Oaklee wouldnât spare a thought for her name, so she invoked Bartâs as leverage, signaling she wasnât just another fleeting face.
Oaklee, preoccupied with thoughts of her misbehaving cat at home, glanced up with mild irritation at the sound of Kelleyâs saccharine voice. Kelley was adorned in a lace slip dress, clearly attempting to project innocence. No introduction was needed. Oaklee instantly deduced Bart had brought Kelley along.
After all, his taste for women was one of a kind, and it seemed to be getting worse.
Oakleeâs icy stare swept over Kelley as she spoke with measured disdain.
âYouâre not fit to say my name.â
Embarrassment flickered across Kelleyâs face when she heard this. Oaklee was indeed formidable.
Even with Bartâs name dropped, she was still dismissed without a second thought. No wonder Oaklee sat in the center, easily commanding the room with her imposing aura.
But Kelley wasnât one to retreat easily. She wouldnât have approached Oaklee if she hadnât prepared for resistance.
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