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    Rhys pocketed his phone, rose to his feet, and turned to Patrick.


    “Why are you still here?”


    Patrick quickly got to his feet, hurrying out of Remson Manor.


    “I’m heading out now,” he called over his shoulder.


    He left without giving Rhys any opportunity to respond.


    In truth, Rhys had no intention of involving Patrick in his covert efforts to protect Harlee. Rhys had used his connections discreetly, aiming to keep his actions hidden from Harlee. His desire was not to restrict her in any way, regardless of the risks. He wanted her to pursue whatever she wished without interference.


    At three in the morning, Harlee’s eyes snapped open in the pitch-ck room, a sly grin spreading across her face. The pursuit had begun! She sprang from her bed and stealthily made her way to Barry’s room. Inside, Barry was sound asleep,pletely unaware of his surroundings. His expression was tense, hinting at a nightmare, likely due to the day’s stress.


    A shadowy figure darted past the window. Harlee’s eyes, shadowed by hershes, sparkled with mischievousness as she concealed herself in the dark, ready to pounce on the intruder.


    The figure eased the window open and moved swiftly toward Barry. The dagger he wielded was only seconds away from striking Barry’s heart. In an instant, Harlee emerged from the shadows and delivered a kick, dislodging the dagger from the attacker’s grasp.


    The tter of the kick and the dagger hitting the floor jarred Barry awake. He opened his eyes to see the threatening figure and quickly reached for the gun under his pillow.


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    “Ms. Sanderson, kill him! Leave no survivors.”


    The figure’s eyes narrowed as he lunged at Barry, disarming him before he could fire.


    The figure believed he was quick enough to shoot Barry first. However, he was no match for Harlee’s speed.


    As the figure reached for Barry’s gun, Harlee grabbed him by the cor from behind. In the next moment, she threw him backward, sending him crashing to the floor. He spat out blood, ring at her with the intensity of a trapped beast.


    Withposure, Harlee drew her gun and aimed it at the figure. Since a gunshot had already been fired, she reasoned that firing another wouldn’t escte the situation further.


    A gunshot rang out, and the figure copsed, silenced before he could utter a word.


    “Did you finish him that easily?” Barry asked, visibly shocked. He had expected a fierce confrontation, yet the fight ended with surprising ease.


    Without a word, Harlee retreated into the darkness, nonchntly leaning against the wall.


    Barry, stepping past the intruder’s body, moved toward Harlee. Suddenly, a shadow darted past the window. Immediately, the barrel of a ck gun was pointed straight at his head.


    Barry’s eyes widened in shock, his face contorted as he instinctively sought any avable cover.


    But as Barry made his move, a gunshot rang out close to his ear. At that crucial moment, Harlee yanked him to safety beneath a table. She eyed the would-be assassin outside and said tly, “There are three groups out to kill you.”


    This revtion made Barry nearly curse out loud. Realizing that three different groups were after him and that Harlee had kept him in the dark until now, he understood she had used him as bait to lure all those assassins out. Yet, he held back any harsh words. His life was literally in her hands,pelling him to suppress his anger.


    The would-be assassin sensed trouble and grabbed a rope on the wall to make a quick getaway. He was moments from escape. But luck was not on his side since Harlee was his opponent.


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