?Chapter 929:


    Rumors circted that Rhys had tried to reintegrate Anika into the Green family, only to be turned away by the family butler before they could even cross the threshold. There was also talk of his failed attempt to introduce Anika into the corporate environment of the Green Group, their entry blocked by Brixton. Patrick and Hamilton, for their part, conveniently ignored Rhys’s efforts to reach them by phone.


    The tales that reached Harlee were colored by a clear sentiment: Anika was not wee, and very few details about Rhys himself emerged.


    Just as Harlee found herself reflecting on Rhys for the third time that day, he suddenly appeared at the very center of her confrontation with a gang of criminals from Gruinia.


    “Why are you here?” Harlee demanded, her voice filled with astonishment. This mission, assigned by Baldrick, was meant to be a covert operation, known only to Tonya.


    Rhys didn’t offer a direct response. Instead, he warned her with urgent sincerity, “If you keep losing focus, those criminals will slip away.”


    “Huh?” Harlee’s attention snapped back to the present, though confusion still clouded her face. The involvement of the Gruinia criminals had been a secret shared only with Tonya and Baldrick.


    Despite her initial shock, the gravity of the situation quickly pulled her focus back to the immediate threat. She took a deep breath, ready to face the challenge head-on.


    Harlee gave the order, “I’ll take the right, you cover the left. Together, we’ll pin them down from both sides.” She had set out on this mission alone, without Ritchie and the team.


    Expecting the worst, the sudden arrival of Rhys turned her despair into hope.


    With a sly smile, Rhys teased, “Let’s see who can bag more of them.”


    Together, they moved with agility, but the overwhelming number of adversaries meant some slipped past them.


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    “Jump on!” As Harlee dashed forward, the roar of an engine grew louder, and Rhys’s strong hand yanked her onto the motorcycle.


    It was the same bike Rhys had made his spectacr entrance on, though he hadn’t been able to reach her until that moment, having been forced to approach on foot due to the chaos.


    Harlee’s thoughts wandered. Riding on the back of the motorcycle was a new experience for her. She hadn’t realized that Rhys had such a wild streak.


    Reflecting on it, Harlee realized that their shared past wasn’t as extensive as she had thought, with her feelings amplified by the three years of his absence.


    As the motorcycle sped down the muddy trail, Harlee stubbornly kept her hands to herself, resisting the urge to cling to Rhys.


    “Hold on tight. It’s going to get bumpy,” Rhys called over the wind.


    Harlee hesitated briefly, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but then her fingers tightened resolutely around the motorcycle’s backrest. If it weren’t for thepelling nature of the mission, she would have steered clear of any further entanglements with him.


    Unbeknownst to her, a mischievous smile yed across Rhys’s lips.


    With a sudden, fierce motion, Rhys cranked the throttle all the way, unleashing the full power of the engine. The motorcycle shot forward, its tires biting into the rugged trail, each bump and dip sending shocks through their bodies.


    Cornered by the circumstances, Harlee cast aside her initial reservations and wrapped her arms tightly around Rhys’s waist.


    Clinging to the backrest was no longer an option—it had be too precarious and risky.


    The windshed at her, cold and relentless, fueling a rush of adrenaline within her.


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