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    “I heard someone’s offering a fortune to see you dead. I wanted to know which fool dared to try,” Jonathan replied casually.


    Meanwhile, on the other end, Rhys stared at his nk screen, emotions swirling—anger, jealousy, frustration. Jonathan? The name gnawed at him. Why had Harlee ended the call when Jonathan arrived? And why was Robbie so eager to see Jonathan? What was their rtionship?


    Rhys’ fists tightened in silent anger.


    His amnesia felt more suffocating than ever.


    Beyond the few faces Harlee had shown him, the rest of the world remained a nk te.


    His expression grew stormy, yet he remained rooted in ce, simmering with envy and frustration.


    Back in the room, Harlee remainedposed.


    “They must’ve paid quite a sum for that bounty. It’s impressive that the news reached you.”


    Jonathan frowned, exasperated by her indifference.


    Her detached attitude was maddening. It was like nothing in the world could get to her.


    “Are you trying to get yourself killed? They’re after you, and all you care about is how much money they’ve spent?” Jonathan barked, frustration clear in his voice.


    Harlee disregarded his outburst and asked, “Isn’t your job with Interpol keeping you upied?”


    Jonathan felt as if he’d been blindsided.


    “I came all this way for you, and this is how you respond? At least show some concern for me.”


    Harlee nced at him before pulling out her phone.


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    “From what the Shadow Moon Society reports, you’re doing just fine. Nothing that demands my attention.”


    Robbie returned with two sses of water, ced them on the table, and left to get some coffee for himself.


    “Wow, you really don’t hold back, do you?” Jonathan muttered. Watching Harlee casually sift through the Shadow Moon Society’s intel, Jonathan was torn. Should he be ttered that she was keeping tabs on him, or irritated that she had people watching his every move?


    “Is there something I should be cautious about?” Harlee asked with a slight smile.


    Jonathan was left speechless.


    He shouldn’t have tried to act so profoundly—it only left him more frustrated!


    “But you’re here at just the right moment. I do need your help with something,” Harlee said without hesitation.


    “Take the S+ bounty off the list. I’m done wasting time on these low-level scum.”


    Jonathan stared at her and then sighed.


    “Come on, I’m the head of Interpol, not some miracle worker.


    Asking me to remove an S+ bounty? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”


    Harlee snorted. Jonathan was certainly good at pretending. She reclined, pulling up a file with ease.


    Her eyes, cool and dispassionate, met Jonathan’s.


    “December 15, 2023—Jonathan and Waylon Szar…”


    “Alright, alright, enough!” Jonathan hastily said, dropping his pretense.


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