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    Rhys leisurely peeled a grape and said, “I heard Barry made ast-minute change to his itinerary. He’snding in Baythorn tonight.”


    Kareem nodded, his expression growing serious.


    “Yeah. Barry’s opponent has been scheming to take him down. Word has it, he was almost assassinated before he left. The higher-ups want me to ramp up security. Whatever it takes, nothing can go wrong with the leaders during the Golden Summit. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”


    Hearing this, Harlee paused for a moment, popped a few of the grapes…


    Rhys had peeled a grape into her mouth, then stood up and said calmly, “Kareem, go do what you need to. I’ll take care of our parents.”


    “Alright.”


    Kareem gave a brief nod, wasting no time as he hurried upstairs to grab a few crucial documents before heading out.


    On her way back from the bathroom, Harlee felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and nced at the screen. The next second, her eyebrows lifted, and a delighted smile spread across her face. It looked like she had just received the perfect gift.


    Her gaze flickered toward Rhys, who was still lounging on the sofa. Biting back a triumphant smile, she schooled her features into something moreposed before announcing, “I won our little bet.”


    Rhys stared intently, his eyes downcast to mask the emotions swirling within. He paused before raising his head to ask, “Has the rtionship between Tiffany and Clint softened a bit?”


    “Yes!” Harlee replied, advancing a few steps before bending down to look him in the eyes. Drawing out her words, she added, “I emerged victorious, so you must stop questioning my actions or intervening this time.”


    Seated on the couch, Rhys’ lips twitched with a hint of intrigue.


    “Are you nning something again?”


    “It’s a secret.”


    With a graceful gesture, Harlee ced her finger to his lips and softly said, “I have ns for tonight. The prize has been awarded. No questions or interruptions are allowed.”


    A slight frown crossed Rhys’ face, perfectly capturing his perplexity. Yet, Harlee dismissed him with a nonchnt “See ya,” exiting without a backward nce.


    Reclining on the sofa, Rhys gazed after Harlee’s departing silhouette, his lips curving into a smile.


    “Lee had nned this long ago. Fascinating.”


    He knew she would exclude him from her operation somehow, but he hadn’t anticipated her involving Clint and Tiffany in a bet to prevent him from interrupting, all for securing that six hundred million reward. What a moneygrubber!


    Inside the International Grand Hotel, the security level was exceptional today. The hotel was bristling withyers of bodyguards, and not a single uninvited guest could breach its perimeter. Except for select staff, all employees had been given a week’s paid leave, and the hotel was closed to visitors.


    Tough bodyguards stood guard at every level, particrly around the presidential suite on the twentieth floor, where vignt, stern-faced guards were positioned at strategic points.


    Harlee stood at the entrance of the hotel, taking in the excessive security with a hint of amusement. She walked in without hesitation, her dark eyes scanning the scene, a mocking smile ying at the corners of her lips. Barry remained as naively cautious and fear-driven as always!


    As Harlee entered, Barry’s secretary, who had been awaiting her arrival, hurried over.


    “Ms. Sanderson, the President has been expecting you. Please follow me.”


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