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    “I will, but not yet… I’ll handle them when the timees.” With that, Harlee turned to Lonnie and Sk.


    “Dad, mom, Etta’s had enough chances. It ends here.”


    “We’ll stand by you, Harlee. Whatever you choose,” Lonnie replied firmly.


    “Etta deserves the consequences of her actions.


    Do what you must. We won’t interfere,” Sk added, her face betraying both concern for Nyomi and deep sorrow for her daughter.


    Knowing Rhys had fallen was almost more than Sk could bear. Only Lonnie’s steady presence kept her from copsing.


    Belinda didn’t hold up and fainted. She was now resting in the room next door.


    After hearing her parents’ words, Harlee nodded slightly and said, “There’s unfinished business I need to address.” Before leaving, Harlee added, “Mom, let me know the moment Nyomi wakes.”


    Without a backward nce, Harlee walked out. Lonnie and Sk exchanged uneasy looks.


    Unfinished business? What on earth was Harlee talking about? Was she nning to take vengeance for Rhys?


    Harlee’s motives extended far beyond revenge for Rhys, delving into darker depths. She was resolute in her belief that every viin in the world should face the consequences they deserved. This included Hale, the cunning mastermind behind the pharmaceutical empire; Matteo; and even Lindsay, who could have met her end falling from the cliff.


    Harlee was determined to ensure that Lindsay faced justice—dead or alive.


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    Kareem and Brenton exchanged a brief nce before quickly averting their eyes, feigning ignorance of Harlee’s intentions. Their expressions flickered with concern, not over the chaos Harlee might unleash, but over the profound toll Rhys’ potential death could take on her. No matter what Harlee did, they were prepared to support her unconditionally.


    In the opulent presidential suite of the Grand Oak, Oaklee paced back and forth, a lit cigar in hand. Isted from externalmunication by Kareem’s directive to guard Etta, Oaklee was unaware of Rhys’ dire fate. Yet an inexplicable sense of foreboding lingered, keeping her on edge.


    Etta, secured to the bed as though she were a detainee, was under constant watch. Oaklee, consumed by her growing anxiety, sought sce in her cigars, the air in the suite thick with smoke from her relentless smoking.


    When Harlee arrived, stepping through the door unscathed, Oaklee’s tension visibly eased.


    “Harlee, you’re finally back.


    Everything alright?” Oaklee’s concern was palpable as her knitted brow rxed at the sight of Harlee.


    With a swift motion, she extinguished her cigar and stepped forward, her expression softening.


    Her eyes reflected genuine relief, and her warm smile was asforting as her tone.


    When the news of Harlee’s abduction reached Oaklee, she had been seething with fury, ready to tear the kidnappers apart.


    However, at the behest of Rhys and Kareem, she restrained herself and remained stationed at the Grand Oak to handle Etta instead.


    Harlee gave Oaklee a fleeting look, brushing aside her concerns. Instead, she asked, “Where’s Etta?”


    Oaklee, ustomed to Harlee’s aloof demeanor, took no offense and replied in a calm tone, “She wouldn’t stop making noise, so I tied her to the bed.”


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