?Chapter 612: How amusing… Harlees gaze at Liam no longer held the reliance it once did.
Her eyes were cold, filled with loathing.
Her lips parted slightly as she spoke, her tone sharp and detached.
Help you? How? Ive already been interrogated countless times.
What do you expect from me? As Harlee spoke, Liams growing panic revealed itself.
He scrutinized her face, searching for clues.
He felt his suspicions were confirmed.
She had indeed been questioned over the past few days.
Liams gaze flicked to Rhys, convinced Harlees release was thanks to his intervention.
A wave of dread washed over him as he fretted over his fate.
He couldnt lose Harlee; she was hisst chance, his only anchor.
Harlee, noticing the calcting glint in Liams eyes, felt nothing but contempt.
Before, she had been willing to sacrifice everything to help him maintain the Gill Group, blinded by loyalty and family ties.
In hindsight, she realized he didnt deserve her efforts.
As Harlee assessed Liam, Rhys, noticing her difort, tenderly pulled her into his embrace.
He gently squeezed her hand, as if to say he was there for her.
Looking at Liam, Rhys said coldly, You want Harlees help? Fine.
Get Averie to confess, and I might consider sparing you from punishment.
A bitterugh escaped Harlees lips.
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He was surprised that his guess was entirely correct.
Harlee had been caught in the fallout of Averies actions, saved only by Rhys.
As for why he himself hadnt faced consequences yet, it was likely due to his time spent recovering in the hospital.
Hearing Rhys offer reignited a flicker of hope for Liam, and a calcted smile crept onto his face.
He fixed his gaze on the couple, his voice trembling with eagerness.
I can do it.
I know exactly how to get her to confess everything.
Harlee fixed her gaze on Liam, her eyes deep and a subtle smile ying at the edges of her lips.
Really? You have a strategy for dealing with Averie? Yes.
Harlee, believe me, Ive figured out a way to handle that bitch! Liam asserted with conviction.
He ced his hands on Harlees shoulders.
You need to speak on my behalf to the higher-ups.
Im too old for a stint in prison… Before he could continue, Harlee cut in with a nonchnt tone.
Ill make some callster.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Liams face as he regarded Harlee with slight skepticism.
Later? How long would that dy things? .
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