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    Her eyes seethed with venomous hatred toward Harlee.


    To the casual observer, Anika seemed stunned by Harlee’s abrupt actions, yet internally, she was already plotting revenge. She resolved to make Harlee the first test subject once her new drug was ready. She envisioned Harlee enduring endless torment.


    Harlee paused nonchntly, sneering, “Trying to tarnish my reputation? Dream on!”


    Saying this, Harlee strategically showed her phone to the onlookers, pressing the y button. The recording of Anika’s earlier rant from the Sanderson Group building soon filled the air.


    The crowd, grasping the context, whispered discreetly, hesitant to speak out loud given Anika’s and Harlee’s apparent wealth.


    Unbeknownst to them, their murmurs fueled wild imagination, driving Anika closer to the edge.


    It took nearly ten seconds before Anika realized her words were being broadcast.


    Enraged, she raised her hand to return the p.


    But Harlee was quicker, grabbing Anika by the throat.


    “I don’t mind sending you to the police station!”


    Harlee’s words intimidated Anika, and she hastily withdrew her hand. Still, her eyes seethed with fiery intent tosh out at Harlee.


    Anika reluctantly backed down, knowing she was no match for Harlee in a physical confrontation, but fear was not what held her back.


    In the realm of strategy, Anika was like a master of poisons—calcting and cunning—whereas Harlee excelled in the art of physical confrontation, akin to a skilled warrior.


    Faced with Harlee’s decisive action, the typically imperious Anika opted to step back.


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    Harlee, disregarding Anika’s temporary submission, tightened her hold around Anika’s throat.


    “As you have suggested, my rtionship with Rhys is in the past.


    Consider that p a mere caution.


    Cross me again, and I won’t hesitate to settle the score.”


    As Harlee’s grip intensified, Anika gasped for air, her eyes still aze with undying resentment.


    The information Anika had gathered on Harlee indicated that Harlee, hailing from the influential Sanderson family, was merely a talented designer coupled with fighting abilities.


    Anika couldn’t fathom the ferocity of Harlee’s grip, wondering if the investigation results had misled her.


    But she soon dismissed the thought as unlikely.


    Unbeknownst to Anika, while her investigation results were urate, the details avable to her were strategically restricted by Rhys.


    While Anika found herself gasping for air under Harlee’s grip, Rhys was discreetly positioned in a nearby nook, observing the scene.


    His face showed concern, but only for whether Harlee’s hand might get sore from the exertion.


    Quietly, Rhys extracted his phone and made a call, his voice detached and cool.


    “What are our current odds of effectively dealing with Anika and her faction?”


    The sight of Anika irritating and repelling Harlee pushed Rhys to consider taking action sooner than he had intended.


    Rhys had been in the VIP lounge, waiting for Harlee to return, when his agents reported that Anika had arrived at the Sanderson Group and was subsequently escorted out by Harlee.


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