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    “Understood, I’ll handle it with care.” Christopher gazed at Harlee’s and Rhys’ pale, nearly lifeless forms before shifting his gaze to the enemies. The nerve of these assassins going after Rhys and Harlee! They were courting their own death.


    To avoid furtherplications, Tonya opted for a hidden route down the mountain, navigating the rugged and thorny terrain. She ensured Rhys and Harlee were well-guarded throughout their descent.


    They finally reached the base of the mountain, and that was when Harlee came to. Upon opening her eyes, her look was one of panic and concern, which only subsided when she locked eyes with Tonya. They had survived.


    “Where’s Rhys?” Harlee asked quietly.


    “He’s in the vehicle behind us,” Tonya answered.


    “We split up because we were unsure if Christopher could manage on his own. Robbie’s speeding toward Remson Manor as we speak.”


    Relieved by the update, Harlee closed her eyes to rest. The ordeal had left her utterly depleted, and her body was at its limit.


    Eventually, both groups safely arrived at Remson Manor, though Rhys was still out cold.


    Harlee held Rhys’ hand, constantly checking his temperature to ensure his condition was due to exhaustion and not any injury.


    Even in his unconscious state, Rhys seemed to react to the cold touch of Harlee’s hand, his brow furrowing slightly in difort.


    Eventually, Rhys began to stir, waking to find himself alone in the room. Where was Harlee?


    Rhys bolted upright, the room spinning around him.


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    He staggered to the door, grasping the handle tightly, and made his way downstairs.


    In the living room, Harlee was intensely focused, orchestrating a cyberattack on Waylon from herptop. This had originally been saved for theter part of her n, but because Waylon lost hisposure and had the audacity to make a move at thest moment, she was fully prepared to repay him with a “gift” of her own.


    Harlee swiftly disabled the entire Szar family’swork and leaked Waylon’s secrets to the internationalmunity.


    As she awaited the fallout, she heard stumbling sounds behind her.


    Turning, Harlee saw Rhys, his face ghostly white and etched with pain as he struggled toward her.


    “Are you alright?” he asked.


    Harlee quickly set herptop aside and rushed over to assist Rhys in sitting down on the sofa. Seeing that he was only slightly weak but otherwise unharmed brought her a sense of relief.


    However, her relief quickly turned into anger. She sat next to him, her expression stern.


    “Couldn’t you have just called? Rhys, do you really expect me tomend you for dangerously risking your life to forge a path for us?” Harlee was furious.


    Rhys looked up at her, noticing the tears in her eyes. It seemed she had been crying while he was unconscious.


    He reached out to gently touch her face.


    But Harlee briskly swept his hand aside.


    “Do you realize what you’ve done? Charging in with a machine gun, you could’ve been killed!” Had there been more bombs from the enemy, Tonya and the others might have been collecting their remains.


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