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    Without warning, Harlee grabbed Rhys’ hand and stepped forward, turning to the three bound men as she asked, “Do any of you know Tonya?” They hurriedly responded.


    “Ma’am, I arrived here six months after Miss Santos vanished.”


    “I followed three monthster.”


    “And I, too. We all came under the Clifford family’s auspices after Miss Santos had gone. We aren’t familiar with her, but the Clifford family certainly is!”


    “Useless.” Rhys cast a disinterested nce their way.


    The three bound men felt overwhelmed by hismanding presence, bowing their heads. Had they not been needed to lead the way, they might have copsed.


    Although Harlee regretted not finding out more about Tonya, she chose not to ask any more questions. She sought the truth, not made-up stories. The ind had been partially transformed, with only one mountain and no continuous ranges. It took only minutes to arrive at where the Clifford family resided.


    The three bound men at the front halted and turned to Harlee, speaking with respect. “Ma’am, we’ve arrived. This is where the Clifford family lives.”


    The grand, luxurious gate caused Harlee’s eyes to narrow with coldness. It was evident this ce had been a project of Tonya’s, meant as a surprise, yet it was now under these people’s control! Unforgivable!


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    Misinterpreting Harlee’s reaction as skepticism, the three bound men hastened to assure her, “Ma’am, this truly is the Clifford family’s residence. We wouldn’t dream of misleading you.”


    One of the three bound men added, “Indeed, I heard Miss Santos designed this for a dear friend. Building it was especially troublesome.”


    “That’s right, ma’am. You’re well aware of the Clifford family’s standing on the ind. Taking a vi is nothing more than a usual day for them.”


    Harlee advanced toward the three men, her lips pressed tightly together. As she stepped forward, the trio tensed, their eyes flickering with both fear of death and uncertainty about what might happen next.


    Harlee sensed something was off and exchanged a meaningful nce with Patrick.


    Patrick caught on quickly, stepping up to one of the three men, grabbing him by the cor, and tossing him over the wall. “Ah…” A distressed cry rang out from beyond the wall.


    Patrick then leaped onto the wall to assess the situation and reported back, “Harlee, Rhys, there’s a pit of over a dozen venomous snakes on the other side. The man we threw in is already dead.”


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