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    In the corner, Etta shivered slightly.


    “The way Harlee looked just now…” Her face twisted in annoyance.


    “Impossible. I’ve been too cautious for her to spot me.”


    “It was just a coincidence,” she muttered, sighing and leaning back against the wall, her eyes gleaming with determination.


    “Next time, I’ll be even more discreet. Underestimating the Sanderson family is a mistake I won’t make again!”


    In the study, Harlee reclined on the couch, her head resting lightly on her hand, her posture exuding poise and authority.


    Brenton stood by the desk, cradling a steaming mug, his gaze fixed on Harlee, torn between admiration and resignation.


    Taking a deliberate sip, he grinned and quipped, “You meant to stir things up earlier, didn’t you?”


    Knowing she couldn’t hide it from Brenton, Harlee didn’t bother feigning innocence. With calm confidence, she outlined her strategy.


    “That’s the core of it, Brenton. The Sandersons need to manage public opinion as usual. We can’t afford to raise any suspicion.”


    A sudden shift in their stance would surely tip Hale off, potentially unraveling the entire operation.


    Brenton nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll keep working with you.” With that, he pulled out his phone, swiftly firing off instructions to his assistant, and then messaged Rhys to ensure the n stayed on track.


    On receiving Brenton’s message, Rhys instantly grasped the implications.


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    He ordered Hamilton to openly mobilize all avable forces to sway public opinion while discreetly deploying Patrick to escte matters behind the scenes. Rhys, recognizing Harlee’s handiwork, decided to refine her blueprint further, streamlining the process and making it even more wless without straying from its intent.


    After addressing the immediate agenda, Brenton and Harlee shifted their focus to securing the engagement party.


    Abruptly, Brenton asked, “Harlee, have you heard of something called the ‘Bloodthirstiness Pill?''”


    Harlee’s expression tightened slightly. The term was not unfamiliar, and its sinister reputation raised questions. Why was Brenton bringing it up now? She swiftly took out her phone and messaged Tonya, who soon sent backprehensive details on the substance.


    Harlee reviewed the information and forwarded it to Brenton.


    “Brenton, why are you asking about this? Is someone close to us affected by it?”


    As Harlee spoke, her fingers typed on the Shadow Moon Society’s encryptedwork.


    Five years ago, during an operation, Harlee had encountered the “Bloodthirstiness Pill” for the first time.


    After Tonya revealed its devastating capabilities, Harlee had led her team in dismantling its production entirely. It shouldn’t have existed anymore, yet Brenton’s tone suggested otherwise. It seemed like someone close to them had been suffering from its effects.


    Scanning the details, Brenton’s face darkened, anger brewing beneath the surface.


    Gritting his teeth, he mmed his phone down on the desk and clenched his fists, repeatedly pounding it with visible fury.


    “This vile pill… It exins Nic’s istion. She must be enduring this nightmare alone.” Brenton’s voice cracked with restrained anguish, his bloodshot eyes revealing a depth of helplessness.


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