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    “Are you suggesting we recreate the Rovania chaos from years ago?” Harlee asked, her voiceced with indifference.


    “You are worried about Mogluylia’s international reputation. I promise that once this is over, I’ll expose the Rovania government’s moneyundering schemes through Mogluylia, just like you nned, and elevate Mogluylia’s global standing,” Waylon continued, detailing the benefits that he could provide.


    “And don’t you…”


    “Despise Rovania’s underhanded dealings as much as I do?” Waylon asked.


    “My n ensures their downfall with precision and permanence.”


    Harlee’s lips curved into a faint smile.


    “What Rovania has done is undeniably reprehensible, and itsplete erasure might seem justifiable.


    But even Rovania has a few decent souls. No matter how much we detest its actions, we won’t wipe an entire nation off the map. More importantly, our people are forgiving by nature. If the Rovania government steps forward, admits its wrongdoings, and apologizes, we might forgive them.”


    Harlee locked eyes with Waylon, her gaze clear and earnest.


    Her unwavering demand had always been for the Rovania government to step up, own its mistakes, and offer a genuine apology. She firmly believed that while nations embodied virtues and vices, ordinary citizens guided bymon sense were meless.


    Rhys nced at her, his silence speaking volumes. The approving gleam in his eyes said it all.


    He was inplete agreement with Harlee.


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    Waylon’s realization struck like a thunderp.


    He had misjudged Rhys and Harlee. Wealth, power, and glory meant nothing to these two. Their unwavering goal was a public apology from Rovania’s leaders.


    “Miss Sanderson, you are far too idealistic!” Waylon dered.


    “The Rovania government is utterly shameless. They will never admit to their crimes, let alone apologize.”


    “In that case, what would you consider realistic?” Harlee askedzily.


    “Triggering a cmity that drags innocent civilians into unimaginable suffering? Or resorting to heavy-handed tactics to forcepliance?” If Mogluylia were a petty and vengeful nation, Rovania would have fallen long ago.


    Waylon’s expression hardened as he countered, “Heavy-handed tactics? Isn’t manipting me to pressure Rovania into submission just another heavy-handed tactic?” Harlee fell silent, not a word escaping her lips.


    “Even if your n works and you manage to expose their crimes, do you truly think the Rovania government will grovel before the world and apologize?” Waylon eximed.


    “No way! Rovania’s leadership is a festering wound.


    How can a government so corrupt ever go back on track?”


    Turning sharply to Rhys, Waylon asked, “Mr. Green, do you honestly believe the Rovania government will ever own up to its sins and apologize?”


    Waylon had just received top-tier intelligence when Rhys and Harlee stormed in. The masked man he had been hunting was none other than Rhys—the head of the…


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