Chapter 956: Chapter 956

Chapter 956:

The Sanderson family and Tonya got out of one of the cars, and a formation of bodyguards quickly shielded them from the press, allowing only brief glimpses to be caught between them.

Harlee came out last, her eyes scanning the sea of reporters. It had been three years since she last held a press conference, and the familiar surroundings filled her with mixed feelings.

Noticing Harlee’s lingering gaze on the reporters, Tonya stood silently by the car door, waiting patiently.

The walk from the car to Silverbrook Mansion’s press conference venue took ten minutes.

Harlee proceeded slowly, deep in thought, and Tonya kept pace quietly beside her.

Tonya refrained from asking Harlee about her thoughts or any possible regrets.

As Harlee and Tonya neared the venue, Harlee’s family stood waiting, their concerned gazes fixed on her. Seeing them arrayed before her, Harlee remained silent. Lonnie moved forward, affectionately tousling her hair.

“We still have an hour before it starts. If you’ve changed your mind, we can always cancel,” he said gently.

“You all think I regret this?” Harlee questioned, gazing at her family, momentarily surprised by the warmth reflected in their eyes.

Alas, another misunderstanding caused by her silence.

Harlee quickly clarified, “You’re mistaken. I was merely strategizing on how to make Anika slip up. She’s not like Lindsay or Etta. One single press conference won’t be enough to make her flustered and unwittingly reveal something.”

Lonnie blinked, then glanced at his sons, his look a silent reproach for their hasty assumptions, which even he had shared.

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Brenton and Clint offered sheepish grins, feigning innocence.

Kareem and Fleming opted to keep their silence, observing quietly.

Fletcher, unable to hide his eagerness, said, “Have you devised any strategy, Harlee?”

“Not yet.” Harlee had run through numerous scenarios, but none seemed feasible.

Each strategy hinged on Rhys’ involvement, and she was still uncertain whether his recent behavior was genuine or compelled.

“Fine,” Fletcher responded, a trace of disappointment in his voice.

The Sanderson family reached the lounge set up for their use. Lonnie motioned for Skyla to sit next to him, while the five Sanderson sons jostled to seat Harlee and Tonya by their sides.

With an amused glance at each other, Harlee and Tonya bypassed the disputed chairs and chose seats across from them.

The five of them let go of the chairs they had been wrestling over and scrambled to grab seats beside Harlee and Tonya.

Kareem and Fleming stood back, conceding defeat.

Fletcher saw his opportunity, but before he could take a seat, Clint playfully thwarted him, tossing him aside.

Fletcher clenched his jaw and protested, “Clint, that’s foul play!”

Fletcher attempted to shake off Clint’s grip on his collar.

Clint flashed a teasing grin.

“It’s all about skill.

How is that cheating?”

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