?Chapter 1462:


    “You think you can hit me and walk away with it?”


    But Oaklee was quicker. Before Casper could even cock the gun, she had it in her hands, pointing it back at him.


    “You’re not fast enough,” she said with a shortugh.


    With a dismissive gesture, Oaklee threw the gun to the floor and returned to her seat beside Rhys, her expression unbothered. She wouldn’t havee today if Rhys hadn’t stated that he wanted to teach the Happer family a lesson!


    The upants of the room were visibly stunned by Rhys’manding presence and Oaklee’s unusual deference. Known for her steadfastness and unyielding spirit, Oaklee’s sudden submission was a clear indicator of Rhys’ extraordinary influence. They all pondered Rhys’ identity, considering how easily he couldmand someone like Oaklee. It seemed that Casper’s days were numbered.


    Most in attendance were well-connected and had caught wind of Casper’s overreaching ambitions, which now appeared to be his downfall.


    Rhys’ eyes glinted with a frosty menace, and a palpable aura of dominance emanated from him. He fixed his gaze on Casper, who had copsed onto the sofa, and sneered, “Casper, you have quite the temper!” Casper had not foreseen that Rhys’ earlier warmth was nothing more than a veneer. By the time he grasped the true nature of the situation, it was already toote.


    A flicker of fury ignited within Casper, his eyes turning bloodshot, mirroring the desperation of a cornered animal. His facial muscles twitched with rage as he forced a venomous sneer. Well, if Rhys was willing to overlook Harlee’s well-being and sabotage their partnership, Casper would ally with N to take Harlee down.


    Casper knew of Rhys’ deep love for Harlee and Harlee’s significant influence over him. There were rumors that Harlee refused to let Rhys meddle in her dealings with N, and Rhys had devised a strategic distraction to keep N at bay. Casper was eager to see how Harlee would cope with N without Rhys to keep things in check.


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    “Mr. Green, very well. Today, you’ve sealed the fate of this partnership. Don’t me me for my ruthlessness going forward!” Casper stood up, mming his hand on the table, and dered, “Our cooperation ends here. Consider yourself warned. Your wife will surely struggle against N’s schemes!”


    Wesson’s lips twisted into a sardonic grin. Even now, Casper still dared to underestimate Harlee. He clearly had no idea what true peril looked like.


    Rhys’ dark gaze narrowed, a lethal intent flickering within.


    “Who said you could leave?”


    No sooner had Rhys spoken than the door to the room swung open. He paused, his head tilting slightly as a flicker of surprise danced across his features. Rising swiftly, he strode toward the door.


    Inside the room, all heads turned to follow Rhys’ movement, except for Casper, who was still reeling from his confrontation with Rhys.


    Though many in the room recognized Patrick, Harlee was an enigma to them. Yet, observing Rhys’ reaction, it wasn’t hard to deduce her identity. After all, the only person who couldpel such a formidable man to rise in greeting was surely his cherished wife.


    Wesson tensed at Harlee’s entrance, cursing his instinctive reaction. People often spoke of Rhys’ fearsome reputation, but in Wesson’s view, Harlee was the true embodiment of terror. Her mere gaze was enough to send shivers down his spine.


    At the doorway, Harlee entered the room with aposed air, indifferent to the many eyes upon her. Her expression remained stoic until Rhys’ familiar hand found her waist, prompting a smile to break her solemn facade.


    Harlee reached up, yfully pinching Rhys’ waist while arching an eyebrow, a teasing smile ying on her lips.


    “So, you’ve been busy with your little schemes behind my back, huh? We’ll settle this at home!”


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