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    Just then, Aldrich’s phone vibrated. He looked at the kneeling man and casually remarked, “Make better choices,” before turning to answer the call.


    Grinning, Aldrich said into the phone, “You said ten minutes and it really was ten minutes. Harlee, I knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging!” Meanwhile, Harlee was sitting next to Rhys, her demeanor calm. Her eyes were half-closed, a trace of annoyance under her elegant brows. She crossed her legs, her voice cool and detached.


    “Tell me, what did you manage in these ten minutes?”


    Aldrich pouted, his frustration evident. There was no escaping Harlee’s watchful eyes. It didn’t matter if he simply sneezed—Harlee would know about it even if she were on the other side of the world. It was maddening. He had no privacy, no room to breathe!


    Aldrich adjusted his clothes, cleared his throat, and recounted what had transpired earlier through the line.


    “Harlee, I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. I just dealt with five troublemakers, and trust me, they were far from good people.”


    The man kneeling before Aldrich was already dizzy from the whish of Aldrich’s sudden tone changes. As Aldrich spoke nonchntly, the kneeling man’s eyes rolled back, and he slumped backward, knocked out cold.


    Aldrich nced at the kneeling man briefly.


    “Oops, looks like I might have scared him half to death.”


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    His tone was utterly devoid of emotion. Unfazed, Harlee didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. Her expression remained cool and detached as she responded, “You have three days to sort things out in elia.”


    “No need for three days,” Aldrich said eagerly, his tone almost impatient.


    “Give me one day, and I’ll have everything sorted in elia!” He was bored out of his mind. He would definitely take this chance to kill some people—oh, wait, he meant toplete the mission!


    Rhys, who had approached with fruits, happened to catch Aldrich’s voice. He paused briefly before speaking to Harlee with confidence.


    “So, you’re thinking of putting Aldrich in charge of training the recruits?” Though Rhys had only crossed paths with Aldrich a handful of times, he had a fair grasp of thepetent individuals in Harlee’s circle.


    Aldrich’s voice brimmed with excitement.


    “Hey, Rhys. What exactly do you mean by training the recruits? Are you telling me Harlee wants me to whip them into shape—oh no, I mean train them?”


    Rhys didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his gaze, peeled an orange, and fed Harlee one segment at a time.


    Aldrich waited in vain for a response, his patience waning. He was so eager for an answer that he half-wished he could fly straight to Baythorn and beg Harlee for rity. But knowing Harlee as he did, he understood that pushing the issue further wouldnd him no mission but a long and painful punishment instead. So, despite the impatience wing at him, he held his tongue.


    Savoring a bite of an orange, Harlee paused and then replied, “Yes, it’s in the northwest rainforest. Thiago and Alina are already there.”


    “Fieldbat training? Oh, that’s my specialty!” Aldrich immediately focused on the crucial detail.


    “Wait. Thiago and Alina are there? Harlee, you’re not nning to have me train the two of them as well, are you?”


    “Why? Can’t you do it?” Harlee arched a brow, drawing out her words with a slow, deliberate teaseced with a touch of disdain.


    Aldrich straightened, rushing to reassure her.


    “Harlee, give me a month, and I’ll have a brand-new Thiago and Alina ready for you. Oh, and the recruits too!”


    “Make it half a month.”


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