?Chapter 595: Her lips twitched slightly with fury.


    With a frozen expression, she considered how to track down the fraud syndicate back in Gruinia when she suddenly heard a rustling in the nearby bushes.


    It sounded like the approach of many people.


    Harlee instinctively turned toward the zing fire, where she could faintly make out the expanding mes.


    Those arent Kareems men! Her eyes sharpened, and she quickly moved to find more cover, alert to the developing situation.


    Ritchie, realizing the same danger, quickly pulled Tonya into deeper concealment.


    The trio watched cautiously as the scene unfolded.


    In the tall grass, a man in camouge led the way, his movements rigid.


    Suddenly, a noise startled everyone, and Chambein unexpectedly fell from the rope.


    For a moment, Harlee was taken aback.


    She wondered who couldnd such an urate shot under these circumstances.


    Her mind filled with doubt, but it was clear that whoever had taken down Chambein was a marksman far superior to her.


    She couldnt tell if this person was an ally or an enemy, and her fingers tightened around her weapon.


    Upon further inspection, Harlee realized the figure behind the man in camouge seemed oddly familiar.


    As the footsteps grew louder, that recognition became more certain.


    Then, the sound of pursuit grew closer, prompting Harlee to instinctively seek cover.


    Discover whats new on gα?ησv????ls At that instant, Rhys, dressed in ck, emerged, struggling to remain on his feet.


    When Rhys saw Harlee covered in grime, he offered a warm, affectionate smile and said, Harlee, Im sorry Imte.


    Harlee, initially on edge, froze upon hearing his familiar voice and looked up, stunned at the sight of him.


    A momentter, she frowned, clearly irritated.


    He had just been rescued after a shooting, and yet here he was.


    Did he show no regard for his own safety? She had no desire to mourn over the loss of him.


    Despite her annoyance, Harlee rushed over, almost instinctively leaning into his embrace and wrapping her arms around his waist.


    She moved carefully, avoiding his injuries to ensure she didnt hurt him.


    Harlee gently pinched his side, scolding him with a yful tone, Didnt I tell you to rest? Is this your version of recovery? Rhys wrapped his arm around her slender waist, brushing her hair aside with his other hand.


    He tenderly wiped the dirt off her face, his smile one of pure affection.


    I couldnt stand the thought of leaving you to fight alone.


    Tonya, wobbling over, raised an eyebrow.


    Alone? What about Rhys responded with a polite smile, making it clear they were not his concern.


    Hearing this, Harlee burst intoughter.


    Seeing the ck smudge she had left on Rhys face, she felt a bit embarrassed.


    She couldnt help but remember how impably clean he usually was.


    He was quite the neat freak.


    But… well, he certainly couldnt hold it against her.


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