Chapter 978: Chapter 978

Chapter 978:

“What else do you think?” Harlee said as she calmly withdrew her hand.

“If this is the best the Preston Group has to offer, then I’ll decline. No need for goodbyes. Please, show yourself out.”

Harlee dared to treat Rhys this way because three days earlier, she had personally met with the Preston Group’s president and finalized the contract renewal.

Brenton remained unaware, as Harlee planned to surprise him with the news.

“Miss Sanderson, are you dismissing me?” Rhys arched a brow.

“You claim I’m stuck in old times, but aren’t you doing the same?”

If the Preston Group ended its collaboration with the Sanderson Group, the latter would face substantial losses in the upcoming year. Rhys doubted Harlee hadn’t considered the stakes.

Thinking about her guarded demeanor, Rhys couldn’t suppress the emotions he had worked so hard to bury.

He was certain of one thing—Harlee still cared for him, even though she refused to admit it.

Catching his implication, Harlee rose abruptly.

“Mr. Green, you’re mistaken. I’m not interested in discussing this kind of partnership.”

She quickly checked her phone, taking in the ongoing updates of the meeting from Brenton.

“Miss Sanderson, please carry on. I’ll wait here,” Rhys said coolly.

“There’s no need. I’ll personally take care of the deal with the president of the Preston Group,” Harlee retorted, fully intending to sever ties with him permanently. She wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

“Miss Sanderson, are you worried I’ll cling to you?” Rhys asked, his tone light but his intent clear.

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He understood that the only way to maintain contact with Harlee was through professional matters. Personal ties were no longer an option.

Harlee realized Rhys had picked up on her willingness to keep discussing work. Just a day ago, she had declared she didn’t want him in her life, yet now, he was leveraging his new role to maintain a connection. Indeed, he knew her best.

Rhys settled back onto the couch, not sparing Harlee another glance.

“Miss Sanderson, go ahead with your work,” he remarked, his stance clearly conveying that he wasn’t planning to leave anytime soon.

Harlee was left at a loss for words. She turned, pausing for a moment as she bit her lip and blinked.

A nagging sense of doubt crept in, telling her that Rhys had more on his mind than he let on, and she realized that shaking him off was not a simple matter.

He had abandoned her for another woman, yet he still had the audacity to enter her life whenever he pleased.

A mix of emotions stirred within Harlee as she exited the VIP lounge, heading toward the conference room, where reports filled the air.

Pushing open the door, Harlee reentered, instantly capturing the attention of everyone present, including the HR manager who had been speaking.

The assistant had organized all the reports from the departments and handed them over.

“Miss Sanderson, here are the reports from the previous five departments.” Harlee gave a nod of acknowledgment as she took her seat at the head of the table.

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