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    Years of experience in this industry had instilled in him a crucial rule: sacrificing pride was preferable to losing one’s life. He immediately disyed his submission, his body sagging in defeat.


    Yvonne, overwhelmed by fear, stumbled backward. She watched in horror as the henchmen she had hired at great cost were quickly subdued by Harlee. Herplexion turned ashen with fury, her eyes widening in rage as she hissed at the men still lying on the floor, “Why are you lying there, you fools? Get up! Eliminate her!”


    The henchmen, feeling the weight of Harlee’s dominance, initially tried to bear the pain and get onest attempt in. However, seeing theirpanion struggle to rise and another already kneeling, they chose to escte their act, pretending to be knocked out.


    Trenton, favoring his injured leg, sought refuge behind a column, trembling as he watched the scene unfold. Harlee was a terror! She had dispatched over a dozen henchmen in less than ten minutes, and now their leader was begging for mercy. It was truly remarkable. He had been in this game for years, yet this was the first time he had witnessed such a disy of power!


    Yvonne, not expecting her costly hires to choose now to y dead, retreated further. Her eyes, shadowed by hershes, were filled with disgust. Betrayal? If she managed to survive this, she swore to punish their families to express her fury!


    As she watched Harlee move like an unstoppable force, a cold fear gripped Yvonne’s heart.


    Yvonne had mistakenly believed Harlee to be just another privileged figure. Yvonne thought Harlee’s boldness was merely the result of the influence of the Green and Sanderson families. What Yvonne hadn’t anticipated, however, was Harlee’s expertise inbat.


    Fortunately, Yvonne had arranged for reinforcements in advance. Her gaze, heavy with deep-seated hatred, never left Harlee. Silently, she hoped that her influential supporter would arrive swiftly. This supporter, a prominent figure in the Sanderson Group, surely had the power to deal with someone like Harlee.


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    Frantically, Yvonne waved her hands as Harlee approached, the air thick with the scent of blood, sending a chill through anyone nearby. Driven by fear but unwilling to show weakness, Yvonne continued to retreat, shouting as she did.


    “Don’t be too sure of yourself, Harlee! My supporter is on his way!” she said smugly.


    “He’s a top executive from the Sanderson Group, and dealing with you will be as easy as stepping on an ant! It’s your own fault for causing his downfall—you fully deserve whatever’sing to you!”


    As Harlee closed in, the corners of her mouth twisted into a sinister grin, her face cold and her intent unmistakably deadly.


    Yvonne’s shouts dwindled as she hurriedly retreated, stumbling and finally falling to the ground. Fear filled her eyes, and she struggled to hold back tears.


    Bending down, Harlee’s delicate hand easily lifted Yvonne by the neck, her movements smooth and precise, as if she were lifting something insubstantial.


    “Release me—cough, cough—let go, you bitch, release me!” Even at this critical moment, Yvonne still failed to understand the vast disparity between them, trying tomand Harlee to retreat.


    Harlee observed Yvonne’s futile struggles with a steely expression, a thin smile curling at her lips.


    “Let you go? Sure,” she replied calmly. Harlee walked up the steps, raising Yvonne high before casually releasing her grip. Yvonne’s screams filled the air as she fell a short distance to the floor.


    Yvonney on the cold cement of the steel factory floor, clutching her thigh in pain. In her fall, her leg had been pierced by a rusty steel pipe.


    From above, Harlee watched indifferently, her expression detached as she observed the mess Yvonne had be below.


    “A top executive from the Sanderson Group, huh? Excellent, this just makes it easier for me to clean house for Brenton,” she remarked casually.


    “Ah…”


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