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“Of course!” Thiago and Robbie responded in unison. Thiago quickly made a phone call, instructing the Uwhor officials to send a clean-up crew for the bodies. Then, the five of them exited the church, making their way to the airport.
Meanwhile, in elia, within the opulent confines of the high-end Gilded Club, the room was arranged with a deliberate emptiness at the center. High-ranking elia officials and local magnates nked the space, while smaller business owners lingered in the corners, eager to ingratiate themselves.
Twenty high-ranking officials and three local big shots popted the room, each maintaining aposed and inscrutable facade. The air was thick with unspoken anticipation. Casper had forged an alliance with a man of formidable stature, aiming to harness his power to im the title of head of the Happer family. Even the daunting Oaklee was under this man’smand, a testament to his fearsome influence.
While their faces betrayed nothing, their hearts were tumultuous with ambition. Aligning with this man could catapult their careers overnight.
Rhys, the man of formidable stature in question, kept his true purpose of attendance hidden from Casper and the rest. His participation wasn’t a sign of submission for Harlee’s safety, but a calcted move. He had been orchestrating this plot meticulously over the past few days. Killing Casper silently would be simple, but watching him tumble from grace was a spectacle Rhys relished.
Wesson was also present, his gaze demure, concealing emotions unfathomable to others. The intelligence he had gathered revealed that Rhys, this enigmatic man, was Harlee’s husband. Yet here was Casper, scheming with N to corner Harlee. This gathering wasn’t just a banquet; it was a trap set to kill. Wesson knew Harlee’s temperament, and her husband’s cruelty matched hers in every measure.
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After Margo heard of this, she insisted that Wesson attend, despite the considerable risk, to dere their neutrality before Harlee’s husband. Left with no choice, Wesson had to forgo an important meeting to make a special appearance at the club.
Understanding the stakes, Wesson was intrigued by the prospect of witnessing Casper’s downfall firsthand—it was a source of dark inspiration for him. However, he hadn’t anticipated Margo’s directmand to attend the banquet and this meeting, forcing him to make this journey.
To the right, on a plush leather sofa, sat Casper, exuding arrogance as he puffed on a cigar. He had arrived early, possibly meeting with another faction beforehand.
Casper’s influence spanned both the legal and the underworld, positioning him as a prime candidate for the head of the Happer family. Although his standing in elia was solid, his expression was grim.
The allure of the promises made by his niece, N, was too tempting. Without her leverage, Casper would never dare to y both ends against the middle.
Casper was cornered. N held his lifeline in a tight grip. If he refused to cooperate, he would have no way to answer to the Happer family, leaving him no choice but to take the risk. He had fought tooth and nail against the odds to bring things this far. As long as Rhys feared N’s threat, Casper could keep reaping the benefits from their standoff.
Casper was confident that Rhys wouldn’t dare strike at him hastily. Above all, Rhys adored Harlee, so as long as N posed a threat to Harlee, Rhys would be forced to y along.
As for N… Casper was indifferent to her machinations. His eyes were only on the prize.
Oh, and the woman who had sparked this turmoil. Casper had sent people to dig into her past. Harlee was merely the daughter of the Sanderson family from Baythorn, once notable but long since ousted from the quartet of major families. He dismissed her as hardly a figure to fear. Had she not been wed to Rhys, Casper wouldn’t have bothered with a second nce. Casper couldn’t fathom N’s obsession. N had been hell-bent on eliminating such an inconsequential woman for years, yet without any sess!
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