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    He wasn’t certain which flight she had boarded, but he stubbornly lingered in this spot, unwilling to leave as the nes flew past.


    In truth, when Rhys handed Harlee the carefully crafted strategy for dealing with Matteo, he had already anticipated her departure to Uwhor. This was part of his scheme.


    He needed Harlee’s absence in the country to expose the vulnerabilities of Eugenia and Anika, hoping to catch them all at once. With Harlee near him, controlling his emotions became a challenge.


    He often prioritized her, eager to remove Anika from the picture.


    As Rhys thought of this, a fleeting look of longing crossed his face.


    “Lee, will we ever cross paths again…”


    Rhys had already resolved that, once he had neutralized Eugenia’s and Anika’s influence, he would retreat to a remote ind in Uwhor to await his end.


    He didn’t know when he’d act, whether before or after Harlee returned.


    Beside Rhys, Hamilton hung his head, overwhelmed with sorrow. When Rhys had first confided in him, he had imagined countless scenarios, even considering stepping in to defend Harlee if needed.


    But he never expected to learn about Rhys’ imminent death and his n to eliminate the threats to Harlee before he passed. That day, Hamilton had locked himself away, wrestling with his emotions.


    After a full day, he found rity and quietly decided to support Rhys.


    Indeed, Rhys learned of Harlee’s recent activities through Hamilton, who had arranged the investigation into Dina’s crimes.


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    Rhys shot Hamilton a nce.


    “Focus.


    A tough battle is about to begin.”


    “Understood.” After a brief pause, Hamilton hesitated before asking, “Should we still keep Patrick in the dark?” Hearing Patrick call Rhys a scumbag was more painful for Hamilton than any torture.


    But without Rhys’ permission, Hamilton dared not speak out, not even hint at Rhys’ real intentions.


    “He sucks at keeping a secret.” Rhys twisted his wrist, his voice rough with frustration.


    “Harlee is too sharp. She could see through those who aren’t exceptionally careful.” That was why even Bart remained unaware of Rhys’ grand n. Only a select few of Rhys’ men, who were unfamiliar with Bart, had been dispatched to Uwhor to protect Harlee.


    The following day arrived.


    Harlee saw Matteo’s face on the news in Uwhor again.


    He appeared more self-assured, with greater influence than three years ago.


    Bart stood in front of Harlee, reporting with respect.


    “Harlee, our undercover team has taken control of 20% of Matteo’s underground operations. They’re ready to coborate with us. Over the past three years, we’ve collected enough evidence to imprison Matteo legally.”


    Harlee gave a small nod and handed him Rhys’ n.


    “From now on, we follow this.”


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