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    Matteo’s eyebrow lifted in surprise, but he quickly recovered, offering a smile.


    “Mr. Szar is perceptive. Miss Sanderson, you’re exceptionally sharp. You’ve unraveled quite a bit in just a short time.”


    Back when Rhys had orchestrated people to arrive, Matteo had already deduced it was a trap. To him, anyone attempting to infiltrate Harlee’s stronghold was either recklessly seeking their death or had been permitted entry by Harlee herself. It was obviously thetter. So, Matteo had decided to y along, feigningpliance while secretly searching for a chance to exploit the situation.


    He eventually discovered that chance—his connection to Waylon.


    After years of submissiveness, he was now poised to seek his vengeance.


    Harlee had no interest in dragging out the discussion.


    Her mind was focused on how she could deal with the situation.


    “I’m more curious about how you n to get back at us,” Harlee said inly.


    “Miss Sanderson, you’re so smart. Surely, you can guess it yourself?” Matteo responded, a yful tone in his voice.


    Harlee responded coldly, “I can’t read your mind.


    How am I supposed to predict your twisted thoughts?”


    “Is that so?” Matteo feigned a troubled expression and asked, “Perhaps we should fight fire with fire then?” His smile carried a mysterious, evil quality.


    Harlee watched Matteo closely, aware that he wasn’t going to eliminate them immediately.


    Firstly, Waylon hadn’t fully exited Mogluylia’s borders yet. Secondly, Matteo was more inclined to torment them gradually than to kill them swiftly.


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    Just then, Rhys, who had been quiet until that moment, spoke up.


    “I need to use the restroom.”


    “Mr. Green, you seem quiteposed, requesting to use the restroom at such a moment,” Matteo said with a hint of sarcasm.


    Rhys disregarded him and headed toward the restroom.


    Matteo reached for a silver fork, poised to strike, but as his gaze met with someone lurking in the shadows, he slowly released his grip.


    Since Waylon was still around, Matteo couldn’t proceed with his n.


    With a smile and an air of casualness, Matteo nodded as if nothing was wrong.


    “Mr. Green, please go ahead.” Matteo discreetly signaled one of his men to follow Rhys.


    Matteo slowly ced his knife and fork down before looking at Harlee.


    “Miss Sanderson, would you like to guess whether I’ll begin with you or the one you love?”


    “Why not guess if I’ll make the first move?” Harlee’s cold voice sliced through the air, just as the entire hall was plunged into darkness.


    All the lights went out, shrouding even those hidden in the shadows from seeing what happened outside.


    Matteo quickly seized his gun, but Harlee, agile as a cat, ducked to dodge the shot. She slid swiftly under the table, emerged on the opposite side, and flung a chair at Matteo.


    Suddenly, the candbra on the table toppled, igniting a small fire.


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