Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 104: Rhys Lennox the Blond

Meanwhile, at the Donovan Family’s old residence.

High-quality Dragon Well tea brewed on the rosewood tea table, the fragrance wafting about.

Old Mr. Donovan sat upright in the master chair at the head of the table, twirling two shiny walnuts between his fingers.

Old Mrs. Donovan sat next to him, and further down sat Beatrice Donovan, nervously twisting a silk handkerchief with her fingers, eagerly watching the doorway.

"Dad, mom, Rhys said the flight landed on time, he should be here by now..." Beatrice Donovan couldn’t help but glance at the clock on the wall again.

Old Mr. Donovan snorted, "Why the rush? He’s over twenty, how could he possibly get lost?"

Though he said so, he couldn’t resist peeking at the door himself.

The second son, Philip Donovan, was disappointing and sent abroad, so the only reliable younger generation aside from that unruly eldest grandson was young Rhys Lennox.

Thankfully, that kid finally finished his studies and returned!

"Oh, dad, I’m just..."

’Vroom——’

But before Beatrice Donovan could finish, the roar of an engine approached from afar—

"What’s that noise?" Old Mr. Donovan frowned, setting down his teacup.

Before anyone could react, the roar burst directly into the courtyard!

Through the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, a swift black shadow could be vaguely seen racing through the front garden hall, causing the plants to sway!

In a blink, the shadow had come to a precise halt on the back garden’s lawn.

The engine shut off and dust settled.

Everyone rushed towards the door leading to the garden.

A tall and sturdy figure sat astride a heavy motorcycle.

His helmet had somehow been removed, dangling casually in his hand.

The man wore a vintage black biker jacket, the zipper half-pulled to reveal the simple white T-shirt underneath, partially covering a defined Adam’s apple.

He had a naturally aggressive face, and his striking short blond hair made his features even more pronounced and sharp, adding to his rebellious, untamed aura.

Beatrice Donovan then recognized him, "Rhys... Rhys?!"

Rhys Lennox seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the living room, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he strode inside, "Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, I’m back."

"You... you..." Old Mr. Donovan pointed at him, his finger shaking, "What the hell do you look like?! Huh?! Hair dyed like the Golden Lion King! What kind of ragged clothes are these! And that motorcycle!"

Getting increasingly angry, the old man suddenly stood, looking around as if searching for something to use, "Where’s my cane?! Today I’ll thrash you, you unfilial grandson!"

Beatrice Donovan was terrified, rushing up to block him, "Dad! Calm down! Rhys just got back and hasn’t adjusted to the time difference! He surely didn’t do it on purpose!"

As she spoke, she frantically signaled her son with her eyes.

Old Mrs. Donovan also quickly got up to intervene, "What are you doing! The child just walked in, can’t you talk properly!"

Rhys, however, nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, "Grandpa, what era is this anyway? Is riding a motorcycle a crime now? As for this hair, it’s pretty trendy overseas."

His words only added fuel to the fire.

Old Mr. Donovan was so enraged he almost fell backward, "Trendy? I’ll show you trendy!"

Saying that he attempted to shake off Beatrice Donovan and reach for the family discipline cane.

For a moment, the living room was in chaos.

After a few minutes, everyone managed to push Old Mr. Donovan back into his chair, his breaths heavy, his eyes fixed on his golden-haired grandson, feeling a pain in his chest.

He originally thought, with that kid’s impressive education, after some years in The Donovan Group he might become useful; at least he was family and more reliable than outsiders.

But seeing him like this now...

Old Mr. Donovan closed his eyes, opening them again with a look of disdain. Waving his large hand, he said, "Don’t hang around in front of me! Head to Riveria tomorrow and find your big brother! Start from the grassroots level under him..."

Beatrice Donovan was immediately anxious: "Dad! Grassroots? But Rhys has dual master’s degrees! This..."

"Dual masters are worth shit! Look at him, does he look like someone capable of doing serious work?!" Old Mr. Donovan was not over his anger, "If he can’t do it well, don’t come back to my door! The Donovan Family doesn’t support useless people!"

Beatrice Donovan felt faint from shock, nearly passing out!

The position she had painstakingly secured for Rhys at The Donovan Group, gone just like that!

...

Riveria International Airport.

Stella Sterling, clad in a neat off-white trench coat, her long hair tied up revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck, stood at the domestic arrivals, awaiting an important client from Norcaster.

The airport was bustling, and she focused on the exit, not noticing a sneaky figure behind her.

A pickpocket took advantage of the chaos, swiftly stealing a wallet from a traveler, then quickly ducking his head and slipping away, just as he brushed past Stella, who was looking down at her phone.

"My bag?! Thief, catch the thief!"

Hearing the shouting and commotion behind, the pickpocket panicked. Seeing a tall man wearing headphones with his back turned not far away, the side pocket of his backpack open, he didn’t hesitate and slipped the wallet inside before quickly ducking into a nearby restroom, disappearing.

Stella was also drawn to the commotion, instinctively turning back, and just in time to see the traveler anxiously pointing at the tall headphone-wearing man ahead—

"It’s him! Catch him!"

Seeing the man about to brush past her, Stella grabbed his wrist without thinking.

Rhys, at the moment, was about to call his brother Shane Donovan when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. He frowned slightly, impatiently removing his headphones, "What’s the matter?"

Before him was an extremely beautiful face.

A pair of shining peach blossom eyes, her face under the ponytail was smaller than a palm, glowing like white jade under the lights.

Even Rhys, accustomed to beauty in his circles, had to admit this woman carried a certain elegant and seductive charm that most captivates a man’s heart.

Just as he was momentarily dazed, airport security and the owner of the missing wallet rushed over, surrounding Rhys.

"Sir, a traveler lost a wallet, please cooperate..." The security explained as they approached.

Rhys found it absurd, scoffing, "Me? A pickpocket? What a joke?"

Stella observed the man, his striking blond hair, dressed in a rakish style, bearing a defiant look, certainly didn’t seem like the agreeable type.

"Sir, if it’s a misunderstanding, please open your backpack and cooperate with an inspection to clear things up."

"Why should I?" Rhys squinted, his tone turning cold, with a hint of provocation, "You say there’s an inspection and we inspect? Who are you?"

"I’m a lawyer." Stella stated her identity, her tone deepening, "Cooperating with an investigation is a civic duty. If you persist in not cooperating, we’ll have to call the police."

"Call the police? Ha."

Rhys laughed in frustration, just off the plane and encountering such a self-righteous woman, "Go ahead, call! I’d like to see what you find!"

The scene reached an impasse.

Ultimately, the airport police arrived, and with Rhys’ extreme uncooperativeness yet under the eyes of many, they opened his backpack’s side pocket—inside was the missing wallet!

"Caught red-handed! You still want to argue?!" The owner shouted excitedly.

Rhys looked at the wallet that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, his pupils contracted, immediately realizing what happened!

He’d been set up by the real pickpocket!

"I didn’t take it! Someone framed me!" He explained sternly, "Just now, someone stuffed it in my bag!"

Stella saw his agitated expression, a trace of doubt crossed her mind, but at the moment the evidence was irrefutable.

"You can explain all this to the police."

Rhys turned to stare fiercely at Stella, enunciating through gritted teeth, "Woman, I’ll remember you. Don’t let me run into you again, or I’ll be sure to ’deal with’ you properly!"

Stella slightly curved her lips, "Officer, you heard that, right? This man attempted to threaten me, I reserve the right to pursue it."

Rhys: "..."

——Shit!