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    Lindsay’sughter rang out, sharp and mocking, as she lightly traced Harlee’s neck with her knife.


    “Did you catch that, Harlee? You’re insignificant, just rubbish to be thrown away at will!”


    “And then?” Harlee responded, her voice calm and unfazed.


    Herposed demeanor radiated suchmand that, even with Harlee’s life on a knife’s edge, Lindsay felt overshadowed.


    For a moment, Lindsay faltered, quickly collecting herself and willing Harlee’s presence not to shake her resolve. With a swift motion, she freed Nyomi from the ropes, only to kick her aside forcefully.


    “Rhys, this is your final opportunity.


    Are you truly choosing this old woman?” Lindsay taunted, her eyes narrowing.


    Rhys’ heart ached for Harlee, but he painfully reaffirmed his choice of Nyomi, knowing Harlee could never bear the loss of someone she considered family.


    In Lindsay’s mind, sparing either Harlee or Nyomi had never been an option. Their demise was a foregone conclusion, one she relished for the anguish it would cause.


    Malice glinted in her eyes as she turned her knife toward Nyomi.


    Fixing Harlee with a sneer, she said, “I want your conscience forever haunted by guilt.” With a cruel twist of her wrist, Lindsay plunged the knife into Nyomi’s abdomen, deliberately avoiding vital areas like her heart and neck. It was a calcted move, prolonging Nyomi’s agony and ensuring Harlee would be tormented by the mental anguish of witnessing it.


    In a desperate bid to save both Harlee and Nyomi, Rhys threw caution to the wind.


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    He sprinted toward Lindsay with astounding speed, tackling her with such force that they both went over the edge. Since Lindsay was standing at the very brink of the cliff, they tumbled off, falling into the abyss.


    In the final moments before they plunged into the darkness, Rhys managed to call out to Harlee, his voice thick with emotion.


    “Harlee, I love you!” At the same time, Lindsay’s voice, twisted with madness, rang out sharply.


    “Harlee, Rhys will always belong to me!”


    Bound tightly and unable to intervene, Harlee could do nothing but scream in utter despair as she watched them disappear into the void.


    Half an hour before this tragic turn of events, at the mountain’s base, Kareem leaped from the SUV with urgency.


    Close behind him, a squad of twelve special forces soldiers sprang into action, ready to scale the mountain. Kareem’s brow furrowed in concentration, but his pace quickened with each step, the weight of urgency propelling him forward.


    “Just hold on a little longer, Harlee. I’ming for you. I’ll bring you home safe, no matter what,” Kareem muttered to himself, his pulse racing with determination.


    Upon learning that Rhys had located Harlee, Kareem wasted no time.


    He quickly assembled his team and rushed to the coordinates Rhys had sent.


    A mere ten meters from the base, one of his soldiers suggested a lesser-known trail that would cut ten minutes off their ascentpared to the usual route. Without hesitation, Kareem led the charge up the mountain, his focus unwavering as he raced against time.


    At the Sanderson family home, Lonnie had barred all visitors, choosing to stay vigntly by Sk’s side.


    His presence offered constant reassurance in case she woke to find an empty room. Unaware of the unfolding events, including Rhys’s discovery of Harlee’s whereabouts, Lonnie remained in the dark about any updates on bringing Harlee back. Only Clint, who had stayed behind at the Sanderson family home, remained with him. The rest of the Sanderson sons had ventured out to handle the crisis surrounding Harlee’s disappearance.


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