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    Later, Rhys revealed he had located the daughter of the murderer, but her identity was far too significant for Christopher to handle.


    Never in Christopher’s worst nightmares had he imagined the daughter of the murderer to be Anika, the woman he had adored for nearly three years.


    How could he ept that he had fallen for the offspring of the one he despised most?


    Ovee with anguish, Christopher copsed to the floor, striking his head with his fists in an attempt to quell the unbearable torment.


    Rhys paid Christopher no attention, but the loyal assassins who had endured countless trials by his side knelt beside Christopher, offering sce.


    “What’s done is done. Regain yourposure.


    As for revenge… Mr. Green has a n for that.”


    But Christopher could not shake off the weight of self-loathing.


    Grabbing a small de from the table, he prepared to end it all.


    Rhys’ icy voice rang out.


    “Did I give you permission to die?” These words alone froze Christopher in ce.


    His life was no longer his own—it belonged to Rhys. Without Rhys’ approval, even death was beyond his reach.


    Rhys watched as the internal battle yed out across Christopher’s face. Resigned, Christopher let the knife fall, his spirit utterly broken.


    A fleeting hint of regret flickered in Rhys’ eyes.


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    Christopher had been by his side for more than a decade, his most steadfast ally, someone he could trust unconditionally.


    Though Rhys knew Christopher’s feelings for Anika posed a threat to their n, he hadn’t intervened earlier because he trusted Christopher’s loyalty to him would outweigh any personal attachment.


    “Only after finishing this assignment can you have the right to decide your fate,” Rhys said coldly.


    “Understood!” Christopher replied, his voice steady once more.


    “Thank you, Mr. Green. I will never make such a foolish mistake again.”


    As for Anika, Christopher resolved to bury any lingering emotions he had for her while working with Rhys to erase her presence from this world.


    Rhys nced at the surveince dossier handed to him by the two assassins.


    After a long silence, he turned to Christopher, still kneeling on the floor.


    “From this moment on, you’ll apany them in monitoring Eugenia. Prioritize discretion—failure is preferable to being detected.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    With Christopher and the two assassins gone, the study became an isted chamber once more, housing only the ailing Rhys within its walls.


    Meanwhile, Harlee barged into the vi boldly, carrying a bag of spoiled fruit she had turned into a weapon.


    Her original intent had been to scatter the rotten mess across the bed Rhys had shared with Anika. Midway, the dim light from the study caught her attention, prompting her to change course and push the door open.


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