Chapter 955: Chapter 955

Chapter 955:

As expected, Anika was convinced and dropped her jealous demeanor, confidently saying, “Harlee is going to announce her divorce from you at the press conference.” The online announcement hadn’t revealed any details of the conference, but Anika knew what to expect, having placed a spy close to Harlee.

“What?” Rhys exclaimed, jumping from his seat.

Anika felt a sting from Rhys’ intense reaction.

After that night of intimacy with him

—at least she thought it was him—she found it difficult to tolerate any potential rivals in love. She expected some reaction, but not one so emotional. Learning from past mistakes, she chose not to press further, worried it might lead to another misunderstanding.

“How do you know?” Rhys asked.

Anika kept the existence of her spy a secret, vaguely answering, “I just do,” before redirecting the conversation toward the specifics of the press conference.

“It’s scheduled for 3:30 p.m. today.”

Rhys tensed, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the impulse to stop Harlee from holding the press conference.

He exhaled deeply, his tone nonchalant as if he didn’t care about it.

“She’s moving quickly.”

Anika was puzzled by his reaction.

Rhys leaned back, closing his eyes to settle his inner turmoil. When he opened them, his expression was one of mock dedication to Anika.

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“She probably wants to garner sympathy from my family with this stunt.” It was a lie that Rhys had come up with on the spot, yet his expression made it appear convincing.

“What should we do then?” Anika’s pulse quickened. The Green family’s support was central to her grand scheme, and she couldn’t allow them to side with Harlee.

Rhys’ lips twitched into a faint smile.

He patted her back and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t give Harlee the chance.”

“Are you going to the press conference?” Anika asked.

“Absolutely.” Rhys nodded.

Anika’s eyes lit up as an idea formed in her mind. She moved closer, her tone flirtatious.

“I’d like to join you.”

Rhys didn’t object, responding in an apparently warm tone, “I’ll take you wherever you wish to go.”

Not suspecting anything, Anika assumed Rhys loved her, her heart bubbling with happiness. She planted a light kiss on Rhys’ cheek and said, “I’m going to get changed. Wait for me.”

“Sure.” Rhys watched her leave, his gaze lingering with what seemed to be affection.

But as soon as Anika was out of sight, Rhys’ expression turned cold.

He briskly wiped away the kiss from his cheek, his contempt evident.

He walked over to his desk, pressed a button to ensure privacy, and dialed a number with practiced ease.

“Stage an accident to ensure Anika will not reach that press conference.”

At the same time, a convoy of luxury vehicles slowly rolled into Silverbrook Mansion, where a group of reporters had already gathered.

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