Chapter 803:
âIs it related to Harlee?â
A spark gleamed in Belindaâs eyes. Nathaniel had always been the perceptive one, while her husband often seemed clueless.
Belinda said, âNathaniel, you never miss a thing, do you? Youâre spot on. Itâs all about Harlee.â
Belinda went on to recount how Harlee had shut down Janessa Studio and now was designing at Shadow Moon Studio.
She stressed Harleeâs creations of twenty exquisite dresses. Nathaniel calmly sipped his tea, his gaze deep and unreadable, gleaning everything from Belindaâs words.
He knew Harleeâs involvement at Shadow Moon Studio had more than met the eye. She likely oversaw the operation under the guise of being a designer there, maneuvering things more tactfully and discreetly this time.
Belinda couldnât stop praising Harlee.
âHarlee is just impressive. She shut down Janessa Studio decisively, stepping down from her role as the studio head to work as a designer, and sheâs even gifted these ten dresses to me.â
Joseâs expression tightened at the news. Was Harlee truly that capable? But what he had been told about her painted a different picture.
Just then, something occurred to Jose, and he finally realized it was time to reassess Harlee more closely.
Nathanielâs keen eyes caught the subtle shift in Joseâs demeanor, adeptly reading his emotions.
He felt a slight sense of relief.
Finally, Jose was coming to his senses.
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Yearning for family harmony more than ever in recent years, Nathaniel opted against mentioning Joseâs dislike for Harlee to Rhys.
He didnât want to fracture their already delicate father-son relationship and potentially destabilize the Green family.
In a villa on a small island outside Baythorn, a woman with striking white hair, seemingly in her mid-twenties, lounged on the sofa with an air of dignity, casually smoking a cigar.
Her black shirt was slightly open at the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up to her wrists.
Her eyes, deep-set and tinged with red, suggested a mysterious aura with a hint of murderous intent.
The woman, Anika Norris, renowned as the foremost doctor in the underworld, was the sole heir of Lucretia and the man who had been ousted before Matteoâs ascent to power.
Opposite Anika sat Hale and Lucretia, both glaring at her, their eyes blazing with anger.
Anika hadnât anticipated that her unexpected arrival would infuriate them so greatly. She merely wanted to witness some drama unfold.
Their expectations of her were exceedingly high.
All they ever demanded was for her to develop new and groundbreaking drugs, never allowing her a moment of leisure, always insisting she conduct herself like some ânoble princess.â Anika rolled her eyes at this. She was the daughter of a former gang leader. Why should she behave like a princess?
Lucretia shot a displeased look at Anika and said, her voice icy, âAnika, this is a matter between your uncle and me. Stay out of it. Iâve booked the earliest flight for you, and youâre coming to the airport with me later.â
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