Chapter 96: Chapter 96

Chapter 96:

“Keep her close for now.

Continue with your fake relationship with her. Let her bask in the illusion. The higher she rises, the further she’ll fall.” A quick takedown would be too simple.

Harlee intended for everyone to witness Liliana’s true nature. If Liliana was to fall, it would be spectacular.

The atmosphere in the room turned cold.

Brixton found himself speechless. It made sense why Harlee was friends with Tonya.

Both were ruthless.

Harlee felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was a message from Brice: “Matteo has arrived, inviting you to meet at Galaxy Bar.”

Harlee’s gaze narrowed. Really? The timing and the destination of the meeting seemed too coincidental…

After instructing Brixton not to interfere with her plans and laying the groundwork for Liliana’s ruin, Harlee got ready to meet Matteo Walker.

But the moment Harlee opened the door, she was face-to-face with Rhys. She paused, caught off guard as if she were somewhere she shouldn’t be.

“Mr. Green.” Rhys, accompanied by Hamilton, maintained his usual distant air.

Yet, his expression softened into a rare warmth at the sight of Harlee.

His dark eyes quickly glanced at Brixton before returning to her.

“Miss Sanderson, what a surprise.”

Harlee smiled courteously and said, “Are you here on business, Mr. Green?”

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Rhys nodded.

“Yes, it’s an international project. We’re just starting discussions.” He looked toward Hamilton, who caught the signal and went upstairs to the private meeting room.

Brixton finally recognized Rhys as his distant uncle, whom he hadn’t seen in years.

Brixton’s mother had kept him from associating with Rhys, fearing he’d be ridiculed for being a failure.

After all, Rhys was too outstanding, nearly perfect in every aspect.

For this reason, Brixton’s mother had made it clear to him that he wouldn’t meet Rhys again unless he accomplished something notable or Rhys got married. Regrettably, Brixton had been living like a typical playboy, achieving nothing substantial over the years since middle school. In the meantime, Rhys had remained single.

As a result, they hadn’t crossed paths in nearly a decade.

Not wanting his mother to catch wind of his accidental meeting with Rhys, which would put his financial support at risk, Brixton whispered something to Harlee before quickly leaving the scene.

After all, money mattered.

Rhys cleared his throat gently, trying to regain Harlee’s attention, only to choke and cough harder.

“Mr. Green, are you okay?” Harlee asked.

Rhys put on a pitiful look.

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