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    As Harlee’s mocking tone pierced through, Etta looked up, her face beet red.


    Her expression softened as she stammered, “I… I am scared. I’m terrified. Please, show some mercy…”


    Etta copsed onto the bed, bowing her head repeatedly, desperately pleading for forgiveness.


    Harlee held her head high, her gaze cold and distant. She casually swept a lock of hair behind her ear, arched her brows slightly, and said in an even tone, “Didn’t you im your loyalty to the unmatched Hale? Etta, you certainly change your mind quickly.”


    Tonya, lounging on the sofa, erupted intoughter.


    As far as bitingebacks went, Harlee was unmatched. It was a perfect hit. Tonya had yet to see anyone as fickle as Etta.


    Sitting beside Tonya, Oaklee was still processing the shocking news about Rhys. Not wanting to dampen Harlee’s spirits, she mustered a forced smile. If Harlee hadn’t been present, Oaklee wouldn’t have been able to remain calm. The instant she learned about Rhys’ situation, she would have used every means at her disposal to track him down.


    But now… she was painfully aware that if Harlee couldn’t track him down, she stood no chance.


    Upon hearing this, Etta behaved like a fawning tterer, eager to win Harlee’s favor. The light had faded from her eyes, leaving only a desperate need to survive.


    “Miss Sanderson, you are correct. I am nothing but a blind fool. Please, I beg you, spare my life…”


    As Etta spoke, she raised her uninjured hand and began striking herself, each blow more forceful than the one before.


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    As she raised her hand again, her vision blurred, and she stumbled forward. In a desperate bid for Harlee’s mercy, Etta positioned herself perilously close to the edge of the bed. Losing her bnce, she tumbled to the floor.


    The impact was loud, and soon, blood smeared across Etta’s face, rendering her unrecognizable.


    Harlee nonchntly stepped aside and exited the room. Tonya got up to follow, and after a brief pause, Oaklee trailed behind them.


    Outside, Harlee instructed Tonya, “Get someone to take her to the hospital. Once she’s stable, transfer her to the private interrogation room.


    As soon as she wakes up, begin interrogating her about Hale. Use every method at your disposal. If she dares to lie, slowly cut her tendons, making sure she feels every single moment of it.”


    Tonya gave a slight nod and began arranging the details on her phone. Turning to Oaklee, Harlee said, “Thanks for today. I owe you a drink.”


    Overwhelmed by the day’s events, Oaklee found herself at a loss for words at Harlee’s gesture.


    Her thoughts were preupied with Rhys’ predicament, torn between worrying about his safety and eagerly anticipating her next meeting with Harlee. Ultimately, she remained silent, offering only a nod before excusing herself, citing work obligations.


    Inside the car, Oaklee dialed Patrick’s number, her tone cold and filled with fury.


    “What’s happening?”


    Patrick, who had been searching the cliffside for hours, appeared disheveled, his clothes ripped by the thick bushes.


    His voice was strained.


    “Mr. Green tried to save Miss Sanderson and ended up falling off the cliff with Lindsay. We’ve been searching for them for four hours now, but there’s no sign of either Rhys’ or Lindsay’s body.”


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