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    Casper had every intention of telling N’s story from beginning to end. But as his throat grew dry and he tilted his head, about to ask Harlee for a ss of water, it struck him that she wasn’t even paying attention to him.


    A wave of anger and humiliation surged through Casper. His eyes darkened, unable to conceal the fury simmering beneath the surface. All his will to survive seemed to disappear at that moment.


    “Harlee, even though I’m at your mercy, a little respect is the least you could show! Do your worst, and I won’t speak another word.”


    Convinced his fate was sealed, he resolved to die with dignity.


    Harlee turned her gaze away from Rhys, her eyes narrowing, her eyebrows arching slightly. The timing was finally just about right. She gave a slight smile and said with ease, “Casper, are you feeling uneasy? It makes sense, though. After all, you care for your niece so much.”


    Casper had just managed to calm himself, but her words agitated him once more.


    “What are you implying?” he asked, puzzled.


    “Ever wondered why I handled those assassins with such ease?” At that moment, Harlee wore a smug smile, hiding her intentions of pitting Casper and N against each other well.


    Casper’s face reddened, his eyes widened, and he looked utterly baffled. Harlee clicked her tongue silently. No wonder Casper was merely a puppet manipted by N—truly naive and easily fooled.


    Harlee observed Casper with a look of sympathy as she pointed out how he had been exploited by N.


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    Casper’s facial expressions morphed from disbelief to anger, ultimately climaxing into intense hatred, disying the gamut of emotions of someone betrayed. Had Harlee not enlightened him, he would never have suspected he was merely a pawn in N’s plot, having assumed it was his own doing that hadnded him where he was now. He might foolishly have helped N y against Harlee if given another chance. How could he not seethe with rage upon learning the depth of N’s maniption?


    Casper’s fists tightened, and with thest shred of hisposure, he retorted indifferently, “These are merely your ims. Why should I believe them?”


    Harlee rose from her seat, gazing at Casper as he slowly regained hisposure. Her expression was cold, and her tone detached as she said, “Casper, surely, you aren’tcking in judgment, are you?” It was another provoking remark, but Casper was no longer angry; he knew Harlee was truthful. Otherwise, her team wouldn’t have quietly suppressed those assassins with such precision. His resolve for vengeance grew stronger. Clenching his fists, he begged earnestly, “Miss Sanderson, I beg you, allow me to seek my revenge!”


    With a tilt of her head and a yful arch of her brows, Harlee chuckled.


    “Oh? You think you can outmaneuver N?”


    Previously, such a statement would have stung Casper deeply, but now, he actually agreed with Harlee.


    “I am willing to be your tool!” he said sincerely.


    “Not interested,” Harlee responded coldly.


    Just when Casper was about to lose hope, she added, “But I can guide you. Your fate is in your own hands.”


    A spark returned to Casper’s eyes.


    “Return and inform N that I aming for her life,” she said coldly. Although the words were arrogant, they slipped from Harlee’s mouth with the same casual tone as if she were simply talking about what to eatter.


    “Understood, I will ry your message and take my revenge on N in my own way!” Casper responded with deep respect, his resolve clear in his eyes.


    Being a part of the Happer family, Casper was no ordinary person. Hispetence, though not outstanding, should not be underestimated, especially now that he was fully alert.


    Recalling her missteps in underestimating Matteo’spetence, Harlee wasn’t about to let Casper grow into a potential threat. She nced up, signaling Cillian and Robbie to take over. She was not about to engage in a fight she wasn’t sure of winning.


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