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    With a swift gesture, Peyton directed the officers to step aside, fully aware that today was not about his role in the matter. A wrong move now could jeopardize his future, especially with Rhys watching.


    Rhys, dressed in his usual ck attire, stood motionlessly, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a sharp knife.


    The crowd instinctively avoided his cold stare, and even Simms, gripping the bomb detonator, froze, too scared to make a move or even breathe.


    Surrounded by police, Simms realized escape was no longer an option, but he still clung to the hope of leveraging his position.


    “Harlee, order everyone to back off and get me a helicopter, or I’ll blow everything up now!” he threatened.


    Rhys disregarded the threat and moved toward Harlee, his frown deepening as he took in the sight of Sk and Tiffany bound. His eyes darkened with intent to make things right.


    “Patrick,” he called out simply.


    Before Simms could evenprehend his fate, he was tackled to the floor, the detonator swiftly removed from his hand.


    As Patrick handed Simms over to the authorities, he rushed to release Sk and Tiffany. He turned to Sk and asked, “Mrs. Sanderson, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”


    Patrick then turned to Tiffany, offering reassurance.


    “Miss Wace, don’t worry. He will be held ountable for his actions.”


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    Tiffany yanked the gag from her mouth and erupted into a harsh fit of coughs. Despite the sharp pain slicing through her throat, she grabbed Patrick’s wrist and said, “Be cautious, we’re… We’re strapped with bombs… Cough, cough…”


    Sk gave a soft shake of her head, urging Harlee and the others not to worry about her condition. Catching Harlee’s gaze, Rhys halted abruptly, waiting for her cue. Chills spread across Harlee’s hands, and a heavy weight settled in her chest. Though she trusted her sharpshooting skills, it did little to ease her anxiety.


    Her eyes locked onto the frail figures of Sk and Tiffany. Harlee advanced quickly, but Rhys intercepted her, gently sping her hand to calm her.


    Yet, Harlee’s brows remained furrowed, unwilling to rx, as the persistent ticking sound reached her ears. Her eyshes fluttered as she knelt before Sk and Tiffany, whispering softly, “Don’t worry. I’m here now. Everything will be okay!”


    Harlee didn’t outright say that the bombs had already started their countdown, but how could Sk and Tiffany not realize it with the bombs strapped to them?


    Both Sk and Tiffany nodded in agreement.


    Sk smiled at Harlee.


    “I know that with you by my side, nothing will happen to me. So, go ahead and do what you must. I trust all your decisions.”


    Tiffany added, “Harlee, my faith is with you too. Should things turn dire, I’m ready for heaven.”


    Elsewhere, Peyton had summoned bomb disposal experts. Approaching with authority, he said, “Miss Sanderson, please step aside and let our specialists take over.”


    Harlee shook her head gently.


    “There’s no need.”


    She carefully unfolded Sk’s and Tiffany’s jackets to reveal the bombs. Observing the simple devices, a trace of coldness shed through her eyes.


    “These are just basic timed explosives, and we still have five minutes. The experts can stand down.”


    As Harlee spoke, her eyes drifted to the bombs strapped around their waists. Three wires, all rainbow-colored. With the naked eye, it was impossible to tell which wire was the stop wire and which was the detonator.


    Peyton stood stunned, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. It was the first time he had everid eyes on a bomb like this.


    “Miss Sanderson, we really should—”


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