NovelEnglishChapter 1514: Despite the paparazzi's nerves, Rhys could tell she harbored no ill intentions. Had it been otherwise, the paparazzi might not have even had a chance to explain herself.
Yet, even without intentionally exerting any pressure, Rhys' mere presence was enough to make the paparazzi tremble, and she wished she could slap herself in the face to beg for forgiveness.
Rhys eyed the camera in the paparazzi's grip, his voice resonating with authority.
"The memory card, please." Without a moment's delay, the paparazzi ejected the memory card and handed it to Rhys, her mind racing with fears of potential legal repercussions. She was willing to comply with any of Rhys' demands to avoid imprisonment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys produced a memory card reader from his pocket, swiftly transferred the photo to his phone, erased it from the card, and handed it back to the paparazzi.
"Let's not have a repeat of this," he said coldly, then turned and walked toward his car.
The paparazzi, clutching the returned memory card, was visibly shaking, her nerves frayed by the encounter. Even as Rhys retreated, she continued to nod in understanding. His reputation for being an imposing presence was well-earned. She resolved to steer clear of Rhys and Harlee in the future.
As Rhys walked, he pulled out his phone, reviewing the photo with a pleased grin.
"The photographer has talent." As he spoke, he had already set the photo as his screensaver. He cherished this kind of candid moment, capturing their love so naturally.
Your favorite updates gvlMeanwhile, Harlee was comfortably settled in the passenger seat, a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. A tablet rested on her legs, and she was completely absorbed in watching mvideos. While on set, Harlee had accidentally glimpsed the director's assistant's phone and discovered these amusing videos. Since then, she had bechooked on them. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten Rhys' presence.
"Lee..." A hint of resignation tinged Rhys' voice. Since he entered the car, Harlee had responded minimally to his attempts at conversation, absorbed in her screen. A twinge of jealousy stirred within him, but Harlee remained fully absorbed in her videos. There was nothing he could do about it.
Rhys pressed the accelerator more firmly, hoping the increase in speed might recapture her attention. If not, he contemplated a more assertive approach reminiscent of a scene from three days prior. He was already anticipating their next interaction.
In the living room of the Sanderson family home, after refreshing herself with a shower and changing into comfortable clothes, Harlee descended the stairs just as Kareem entered from outside.
Surprised, Harlee greeted him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Kareem? Mom mentioned the army's been demanding lately. What brings you home?" Kareem acknowledged her as he entered.
"Indeed, it's been hectic." He settled onto the sofa, leaning back thoughtfully for a moment. Then, sitting upright, he faced Harlee with a look of uncertainty, pondering his next words.
Harlee sat casually on the side sofa, her smile subtle yet knowing.
"Kareem, is there something you need from me?"
Kareem respected his sister's direct approach. He cast a glance at Rhys, in the kitchen, who was preoccupeyes as though and then averted his he hadn't noticed Rhys. He figured it was tto speak up. What if Harlee refused? He made up his mind to go for it; he could always deal with Rhys later.
Clearing his throat and sitting up straighter, Kareem said, "Given your vast network and keen insights, you network and might be aware of the army's recent classified operation, or at least snippets of it, correct?"
"The army's classified operation? I to wouldn't presexw such m things. "
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