Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 809

Chapter 809:

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“Here, I made this.

Drink it while it’s still warm.”

Rhys then turned his attention to Hamilton and Patrick, as though noticing them for the first time.

“Is everything settled?”

Hamilton nodded and replied, “Yes. The arrangements have been made as per your instructions. Nothing new to report.”

Without changing his expression, Rhys shifted his gaze to Patrick, who looked noticeably worn out, his eyes shadowed by sleepless nights.

“Did you personally oversee it?”

Patrick immediately adopted an air of innocent misery, his expression almost comically pitiful.

“Mr. Green, I think they just don’t like me. When Hamilton gives them orders, they finish everything quickly, but when it’s me, they suggest I handle it myself.”

Hamilton smirked, curiosity piqued.

“What exactly did you ask them to do?”

Patrick hesitated before muttering, “Nothing complicated…”

“I just told them to track Hale’s movements within three days.”

Finding Matteo’s whereabouts was no easy task, let alone Hale’s. Three days likely wouldn’t yield any results.

Hamilton casually slung an arm around Patrick’s shoulders and said to Rhys, “Mr. Green, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Please don’t get upset.”

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With that, Hamilton dragged Patrick away.

Harlee continued eating, silently observing the duo’s antics as though it were routine. She had grown accustomed to this dynamic.

Besides, Patrick’s occasional missteps provided opportunities for Hamilton to step in with some much-needed correction.

Unfazed, Rhys seated himself beside Harlee, carefully serving her more food.

He had personally prepared this lavish spread after Harlee mentioned wanting to sample a variety of cuisines before their engagement celebration.

His efforts had begun well before dawn.

Just then, Patrick’s phone rang in his pocket.

He fumbled to answer it, exclaiming, “I have news! Big news!”

Breaking free from Hamilton’s grip, Patrick pressed the answer button and listened intently. Moments later, his expression darkened.

“What? Keep him under surveillance. I’m on my way!”

Ending the call, Patrick reported, “Mr. Green, Miss Sanderson, there’s been a sighting of Hale. It seems he’s arrived in Baythorn…”

Harlee’s gaze grew colder.

As expected, Hale hadn’t given up.

Rhys’s expression hardened.

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