Chapter 959: Chapter 959

Chapter 959:

A message read, “Mr. Green, the entire Green family is at the event. It’s crucial you make an appearance at the press conference, or the situation won’t end well for you.”

Rhys hesitated, the word “OK” lingering in the input box, not yet sent.

Anika pushed herself upright, braving the sharp pain that radiated from her mouth. With her teeth clenched, she said, “No, I’m fine. Let the driver take me to the hospital. You need to be at the press conference.”

“I can’t leave you alone. I’m coming with you,” Rhys said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Anika’s fist tightened, her teeth gritting once more.

“Honestly, I’m okay. It’s only the blood that looks worse than it is.”

She urged him, her voice firm despite her pain, “Get out of the car and catch a cab. I’ll update you on my condition.

Don’t worry…”

Rhys’ face showed apparent reluctance to leave for the press conference, his compliance seemingly because of his adherence to her words.

“Fine. Text me if there’s anything. I’ll attend the press conference to see what unfolds.”

With a drastic sigh, Rhys stepped out, glancing back repeatedly, his eyes laden with mock concern and hesitance.

Yet, as Anika’s car disappeared around the corner, Rhys’ expression swiftly shifted back to its typical stoic chill. The earlier concern evaporated into nothingness.

Switching his phone to private mode, Rhys quickly typed a new instruction in the chat box.

“Get a team to keep an eye on Anika.

Ensure she won’t get the chance to come to the press conference later.”

No sooner had the command been sent than he received immediate updates from several sources, detailing Anika’s current location and activities.

After ensuring that Anika harbored no suspicions and was en route to the hospital for her injuries, Rhys climbed into a black car, his face set in a serious mask.

The moment Rhys settled into the car, he grabbed a tablet and tuned into the live stream of the press conference.

His usually sharp gaze softened as he watched Harlee discuss previous incidents.

“What’s the current status at the press conference?” Rhys inquired.

Royce, a subordinate of Rhys, responded with a shrug.

“It’s pretty uneventful.”

“I have to get there in thirty minutes.” As Rhys spoke, his fingers delicately traced Harlee’s image on the tablet, his eyes brimming with deep yearning.

“Understood, sir!”

Brenton had extended invitations to a significant number of reporters, most of whom maintained favorable ties with the Sanderson Group, ensuring they wouldn’t pose overly challenging questions. If public sentiment went astray, these reporters were ready to smooth things over.

Megan Deleon, who had previously covered Harlee’s marriage to Rhys amidst a flurry of media attention, was also present. Known for her impartial reporting during that tumultuous time, she had cultivated a strong rapport with the Sanderson family.

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