?Chapter 1030:


    Back then, over a trivial argument, Harlee had refused to answer Rhys’ calls, prompting Rhys to ring her over and over—hundreds of times without stopping. In the end, his sheer persistence had dissolved her angerpletely. They had reconciled as easily as that.


    And now, hearing that same gentle tone, Harlee was in a daze, as if nothing had changed.


    Memories swirled in Harlee’s mind. Poised on the brink of speech, she ultimately swallowed them back.


    Her gaze swept over the lively celebration below, her tone icy and detached.


    “Why are you calling?”


    Through the line, the faint sound ofughter in Harlee’s ce reached Rhys’ ears and was met with his chuckle.


    “They’re enjoying themselves.


    Aren’t you going to join them?”


    Harlee’s response was sharp, tinged with impatience.


    “Mr. Green, did you reach out earlier in the morning just to ask this?”


    It was daytime in Mogluylia.


    Having justnded in Uwhor, Rhys nced at the dark sky.


    His voice carried an amused edge.


    “Why are you so sure it’s daytime on my side, Miss Sanderson?”


    Harlee’s brow furrowed. If it wasn’t daytime, then was it also night for him?


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    Before Harlee could end the call and return to the celebration, a thunderous st erupted from the small courtyard nearby. The deafening noise jolted her.


    Ignoring the difort in her ears, Harlee leaned over the balcony, her eyes locking on the smoking remains of the courtyard where the festivities had been set up.


    Her thoughts froze for a moment, but her instincts took over. She vaulted over the railing,nding smoothly to reach the scene as quickly as possible.


    At the same time, Rhys halted midway getting into his car, unease shing in his eyes.


    His voice dropped, anxiety seeping into his tone.


    “What’s going on?” Rhys had a sinking feeling.


    An explosion? Harlee had just been celebrating with her team.


    How had things spiraled all of a sudden?


    At this point, Harlee had pocketed her phone, leaving Rhys without an answer. Still, he caught snippets of her conversation with others.


    “Is everyone alright? Any injuries?”


    “Mostly fine, though three or four people weren’t quick enough and got caught in the st.”


    “Where’s the source of the explosion?”


    “Somewhere near the grill.


    Bart and I were grilling when we heard a strange ticking. We cleared everyone out immediately.”


    “Good.


    Get everyone back inside the house now!” Harlee’s voice was firm, herposure unshaken.


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