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    Even when there was a simple way to deal with enemies, Harlee preferred to y her cards differently—leveraging others’ strength, as she did with Liliana this time or with Matteo thest time.


    But her true brilliancey in using others to achieve her goals, causing her enemies to fall without them ever realizing it. That was her true ruthlessness.


    Harlee swirled the lingering bitterness of her coffee on her tongue before shing a sly smile at Rhys.


    “Don’t you think the cat-and-mouse game is far more exciting?”


    Finishing off an enemy with a single blow? How boring. The real thrill came from the chase—letting them think they had a chance, only to snatch it away again and again. That was the true art of revenge.


    Rhys fell silent.


    Noticing his reaction, Harlee leaned forward, her tone teasing.


    “If it bothers you so much, I could finish her off sooner than nned!”


    “As long as you are happy,” Rhys responded quickly.


    He still preferred seeing her bright and lively expression whenever she was engaged in something she loved.


    “Does making me happy make you happy?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied him intently.


    Rhys froze, his throat tight and his body stiffening at her gaze.


    “Yes… No… Maybe not…” he stammered, his thoughts muddled.


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    He couldn’t focus on anything except that scene from the night before, making his face flush with heat.


    Harlee gazed at his reddened face, finding it so kissable. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on her coffee. She drained thest of it in one swift gulp. Shifting ufortably, she tried to redirect the conversation.


    “By the way, I heard you called your old family doctor this morning.


    Are you feeling unwell?”


    Tonya had been so preupied with searching for Ritchie that she hadn’t had the chance to take care of Rhys. In her absence, Harlee had stepped in to monitor Rhys’ health, keeping a close eye on any changes in his condition.


    Rhys’ expression flickered for a moment.


    “It’s nothing. I just want to know when I might recover my memories.”


    Harlee’s brow furrowed. Why was he suddenly so fixated on recovering his memories? Hadn’t he always despised the 33-year-old version of himself?


    Something about his tone struck Harlee. She felt there was more to his words than he was letting on. Just as she was about to ask, Christopher’s voice sliced through the silence, announcing that the doctor had arrived.


    “I’ll go get the checkup done,” Rhys muttered, hastily rising from his seat and making a beeline for the ss house in the yard.


    His departure was so swift that he looked like he was fleeing.


    Harlee watched him leave, confusion swirling inside her. She hadn’t pressed him for answers—so why did he look like he was running away? Still, she didn’t follow him. Maybe he just needed some time alone.


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