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    Harlee had thought it through. Rhys had appeared in her life whenever he pleased, affecting her, so why couldn’t she turn the tables and use him to drive Anika to the brink of insanity with jealousy? Rhys had imed his decision to pester her, and she decided to y along for the sake of her n.


    In the early hours of the morning in Baythorn, the study of a vi was dimly lit by a single deskmp, creating a heavy atmosphere.


    Anika, seeking sce after provoking Harlee, was currently in an intimate encounter with Rhys—at least, she assumed that was him.


    Eugenia, who had returned from abroad, was arranged to stay at another vi by Rhys.


    His study held too many secrets. It was wise to keep Eugenia away from it.


    Rhys stood by therge window, his expression nk. Though alone, he radiated an icy presence.


    In the past few hours, Rhys had considered many ways to get rid of Eugenia, but none guaranteed absolute sess.


    He needed to ensure that Eugenia and Anika could never harm Harlee, so there was no room for error.


    Everyone knew how skilled Eugenia and Anika were with poison. If they sought revenge, dying from poison would be considered fortunate. The worst fate would be a poison that tormented for a lifetime. It would be a living nightmare, where death itself would seem like an escape.


    Three years ago, the poison they had used on him during his three-day unconsciousness had nearly imed his life.


    Even now, remnants of it lingered in his body, beyond cure.


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    Over the past two years, Rhys had gradually secured Anika’s trust, granting him the chance to either buy off or eliminate those opposing him in her faction. To him, they were all enemies, and whether he bribed or disposed of them depended on his mood.


    Anika had once withheld the truth, but now, in intimate moments, she confessed everything.


    After understanding Anika’s and Eugenia’s power, Rhys had, in less than two years, set up an borate scheme, earning himself a position where he could manipte the situation behind the scenes with just a few orders. This was why he agreed to return to the country—some opportunities were finally ripe.


    In the dim study, a yellow light flickered on, followed by the sound of footsteps.


    As the light illuminated the room, Rhys masked his emotions and turned toward the sound. There stood the two underground assassins sent to keep an eye on Eugenia, along with the man who had just shared intimacy with Anika under Rhys’ instructions. In the darkness, Anika, assuming the man making out with her was Rhys, didn’t notice anything amiss.


    The man, who had been intimate with Anika, quickly changed into his usual ck assassin outfit, leaving only his neck exposed.


    His entire presence exuded a murderous intent, but upon meeting Rhys’ gaze, he suppressed it, recing it with respect and loyalty.


    This man was Christopher Duncan, the decoy Rhys had trained before meeting Harlee. With a mask on, Christopher was almost indistinguishable from Rhys, which was why Rhys had allowed him to “date” Anika.


    Christopher, having just spent hours with Anika, dared not show any post-coital satisfaction.


    He bowed respectfully.


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