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    His voice cracked with desperation, echoing through the space like a raw wound.


    Tonya rolled her eyes, her disdain evident. She had never met such a shameless man. She was taken aback by Hale’s ability to discuss harassing women with suchposure and eloquence, as well as his audacity to question why he couldn’t be the one standing by Harlee’s side. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to p him in the face.


    And indeed, Tonya did just that. She stepped forward and pped Hale twice, the sound sharp and final.


    “Don’t you dare call this twisted obsession ‘love.’ Is loving someone about encouraging those who are against her to go after her? Is loving someone about causing her trouble and threatening her life? Is loving someone about trapping her through deceit? Are you out of your mind? And now you dare to im effort? What a joke. The only thing you’ve worked hard at is causing Harlee trouble. You know she despises drugs, but instead of helping her eliminate them, you helped drugs circte.


    Do you even realize how despicable you are?”


    Hale’s face contorted as he absorbed Tonya’s words, the malicious intent in his eyes overtaking his rational thoughts. Tonya’s statement made him see his affection as obsessive, yet he still clung to the belief that he was meless. It was Harlee’s fault for never giving him a chance.


    He was just a helpless man, unable to win the love of the woman he longed for.


    Hale turned his gaze toward Harlee, who continued to avoid his eyes from the sofa, and suddenly erupted inughter.


    “Harlee, you’re always like this. No matter what I do, no matter how I show my devotion, you never acknowledge me! So, why did you spare me before? Why give me hope only to tear it away?”


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    The more Hale ruminated, the more his thoughts spiraled, even suspecting that Harlee had intentionally manipted him all along.


    His admiration warped into something dark and twisted, and his appearance became terrifying.


    Tonya was at a loss for words. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with Hale’s head.


    Back then, he had pleaded for his life, and Matteo had…


    Hale had once handed over a gambling den, pleading for Harlee’s mercy. What did he mean by “hope” and “tear it away”? His imagination really ran wild.


    Given everything that had happened, sparing Hale’s life again would be a grave mistake.


    Tonya snorted.


    “Do you need me to remind you why Harlee spared your life back then?”


    Hale’s demeanor shifted.


    He red at Tonya, his eyes full of resentment and loathing.


    He didn’t want to hear the truth and was determined to cling to his own version of events.


    “What does it have to do with you?”


    The enduring torture in prison had messed with Hale’s mind, leading him to react irrationally when he saw Harlee. Otherwise, given his prior feelings toward her, even if he was frustrated, he would still have tried to win her over.


    Tonya, infuriated, was about to stand up when Harlee held her back, winking as if to say, “Leave it to me.” The look in Harlee’s eyes immediately calmed Tonya’s fury. Tonya held onto Harlee’s hand, giving it a yful shake, as if to say, “Make sure you deal with him properly.”


    Harlee smiled faintly, rising from the sofa with one hand in her pocket, her expression cold and unwavering as she looked at the increasingly unhinged Hale.


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