?Chapter 1170:


    Rhys’ hand loosened slightly, his voice quiet but strained.


    “So, I’m just dead weight to you now?”


    “Yes.” She didn’t soften the truth. There was no room for sugarcoating when lives were at stake.


    “You only see me as useless? To you, I’m just an adorable but inexperienced person who gets in the way and nothing more, right? I’m just a liability to you, right?” Rhys’ voice carried a note of bitterness.


    “Why on earth would you think that?” Harlee frowned slightly, not understanding why Rhys would have such lowly thoughts about himself.


    “Rhys, you’re not a liability.


    But Waylon’s bounty is at the highest level on the assassinwork, attracting the most skilled killers in the world. Leaving without full preparation would be suicide.”


    Despite her desire to dash to Tonya’s side at once, Harlee still exined patiently.


    Waylon… This name sparked a fury in Rhys he hadn’t felt before. Noticing his tense expression, Harlee prepared to borate further when Robbie walked over.


    “Miss Sanderson, you haven’t left yet? You’ll miss your flight if you don’t leave now.”


    Rhys, exasperated by Robbie’sck of awareness, felt the entire situation was absurd.


    Amercial flight wasn’t necessary.


    After all, a private jet could easily be arranged for her.


    What Rhys didn’t know was that every private jet was currently in use, leaving Harlee no choice but to book a standard flight. Without waiting for more protests, Harlee gently moved Rhys aside.


    “Get some rest. I’ll call you once I’m there.”


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    Rhys opened his mouth to speak but faltered.


    Before he could find the right words, the only thing left behind was the acrid scent of exhaust lingering in the air.


    Irritated, Rhys turned back toward Remson Manor and secluded himself in his room.


    Elsewhere, Robbie struggled to bnce his tasks, ncing over at Harlee as he asked, “Shouldn’t we let Tonya know?”


    “No need. We’ll head there first,” Harlee replied, dismissing the concern. She didn’t want Tonya worrying over minor issues.


    “But what if she’s gone before we get there?” Robbie countered.


    Having dealt with Ritchie before, he knew how easily Ritchie could vanish without warning.


    Harlee shook her head, her voice firm.


    “We’ll address that when we arrive.


    Anything else, we’ll sort out during the flight.” With that, she leaned back, closing her eyes.


    The streets in Neshy silent, deserted under the cover of night.


    Dimmps flickered, casting faint halos of light over the locked storefronts.


    Nearby, a shadowed park offered no rity—itsmps extinguished, leaving only the moon to faintly outline the pathways.


    On a chilled bench sat Tonya, her phone’s light illuminating her feet.


    Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her red, swollen eyes hinted at hours of tears.


    A faint, bitter smile tugged at her lips, betraying her thoughts.


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