BuzzNovelChapter 1463: On her way here, Harlee had learned that during her pregnancy, Rhys had orchestrated various maneuvers against Nola-none fatal, allowing her to deliver the final blow to Nola herself.
It was hard not to be moved, though Harlee's emotions were mixed with more anger than affection. Rhys had shielded her from danger, yet had plunged into countless perils himself. It seemed her own recent escapades might be excused and forgotten.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys' smile softened the chill around him, his voice lowering to a tender rasp.
"Honey, I was wrong..." The palpable shift in Rhys' demeanor left the room spellbound. Was this still the man they feared? Amidst the frozen crowd, Oaklee stepped forward and warmly greeted Harlee, "Harlee, my dear, it's been too long." As Oaklee moved to embrace Harlee, Rhys intercepted the gesture.
"Humph!" Oaklee huffed, her tone laced with mock indignation.
"I just wanted a hug. You're really tightening the reins!" The crowd shivered collectively, their faces a mix of revulsion and disbelief. Was Oaklee actually fawning over Rhys' wife? As the crowd reeled in shock, Rhys and Oaklee shot them a pair of chilling glares, prompting everyone to quickly avert their eyes. What a paradox! Rhys was tender with his wife yet harsh with everyone else. The four trailing behind Harlee watched the crowd's shifting expressions with disdain, deeming them naively unaware. If the crowd had witnessed Rhys and Harlee in a public display of affection, wouldn't they have been utterly astounded? They seemed to have forgotten how hard they had tried to ignore such displays in the past. Casper, observing the scene, seethed with rage. What spell had Harlee cast on Rhys? Why was Rhys so adamantly defending her, even curtailing his freedom? Discover stories now galHarlee's gaze swept over Casper, her demeanor dripping with contempt, magnifying her imposing presence beyond even Rhys' aura. Her lips curled slightly as her eyes locked onto Casper's hand, which gripped the gun. She asked nonchalantly, "Are you usingas a bargaining chip?" Casper clenched his teeth, eyes burning with loathing, itching to retaliate. He spat bitterly, "Mrs. Green, must we really discuss this now?" If his dealings were exposed, who would dare align with him? After speaking, Casper turned back to Harlee. He met her icy stare, noticing an even colder fire in her pupils, and his heart sank. Somehow, he always felt like prey in her presence.
Casper's grip on the gun tightened. He scanned the room, reassured by the presence of his hidden assassins. He breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he was prepared. Otherwise, today might have been disastrous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCasper gritted his teeth. Hmph. Harlee must be bluffing. He was eager to see how she, relying so heavily on a man, would crumble and beg for protection! As Harlee's lips slightly upturned, her gaze lowered in feigned intimidation, the oppressive aura she radiated kept the onlookers tense. She slowly approached Casper, eyeing his hostile expression. She sneered, "Don't you know what I despise most in life?" Casper was caught off guard. Before he could react, his head was slammed to the floor.
The sound of shattering glass reverberated through the VIP suite.
As Casper tried to retaliate, Harlee's foot connected once more, sending him sprawling to the floor. She chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement.
"I have one virtue-I detest rushing a kill. So, don't worry, you stil Chave Worry, ver plenty of tto breathe!”
The next moment, Harlee reached out and, to the collective shock of everyone in the room, snapped Casper's hand with a bone-chilling crack. Without hesitation, she dragged his head down onto the cold, unforgiving glass tabletop and pressed her foot against his cheek, as if grinding out a cigarette. Her gaze swept the room, calm and unhurried, as if deciding what to have for breakfast.
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