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    Harlee nonchntly tossed the used wet wipe onto the dying assassin. She stood, gazing at the shocked Barry, and said casually, “Don’t worry, you won’t meet your end in Mogluylia.”


    Then, she walked out of the disordered presidential suite without a backward nce.


    Barry hurried after her, concerned about the third group of assassins potentially targeting him. Harlee reassured him calmly, “They won’t dare toe.”


    The reason for their hesitation was clear. The sight of a dead body and another man barely clinging to life spoke volumes.


    Barry remained silent. He had always been aware of Harlee’s confidence in her capabilities, but witnessing her strength and efficiency in handling threats was still astonishing. For her, dealing with life and death seemed all too easy.


    Relieved, Barry reflected on his decision to seek Harlee’s protection and the timely payment of the one billion fee. Without her, returning safely to Gruinia might have been impossible.


    Just as Harlee exited the suite, the bodyguards and the secretary rushed up the stairs, alerted by the noise.


    Passing them, Harlee let a sardonic smile creep up her mouth, her eyes shing with disdain. It was clear why Barry lived under constant fear. Given the bodyguards’ dyed response tonight, he would have been long dead under other circumstances.


    The secretary, catching the disdain in Harlee’s eyes, paused briefly in confusion. However, upon entering the suite and surveying the chaos, she instantly understood the source of Harlee’s contempt. Had Harlee not intervened, Barry likely would not have survived the night. It was understandable why Barry had earnestly requested Harlee to be his personal protector. Her presence alone seemed sufficient to shield him from danger. The secretary gathered herposure and approached Barry respectfully.


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    At that moment, Barry was seated on the sofa, lost in thought. Nearby on the floory two bodies, one lifeless and the other seemingly unconscious.


    The absence of any signs of a struggle on the bodies was evident. The secretary was puzzled about how Harlee had managed to neutralize them so effectively with a single shot.


    The secretary gestured, and the bodyguards behind her moved forward to address the situation with the bodies.


    “That one, keep him alive,” Barry said, pointing to the bloodied assassin, his tone cold. He couldn’t understand why Harlee had spared the assassin, but he knew following her orders was the right choice.


    Perhaps they could uncover something useful.


    “Understood,” the bodyguards responded.


    After addressing the remaining issues, the secretary bowed respectfully to Barry and said, “Mr. Stevenson, I was careless tonight. I didn’t notice the assassins in time. I apologize.”


    Barry looked up and regarded the secretary with an indifferent expression.


    The secretary’s heart tightened, and she held her breath, preparing for his response.


    However, Barry’s voice was weary rather than angry.


    “Never mind. You can’t always anticipate the assassins from North Ind. In the next few days, make sure you fully support Harlee’s efforts. Once we’re back in Gruinia, I’m withdrawing from public appearances.”


    He believed surviving the election was crucial. Afterward, his opponents wouldn’t stand a chance.


    Relieved, the secretary looked up to see Barry’s increasing fatigue and suggested, “Mr. Stevenson, you might consider resting in the next room. There are more meetings tomorrow. I’ll ensure the bodyguards keep a quiet watch at the door.”


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