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    “Besides the Twilight team, how do you manage to have additional manpower?” Harlee asked with a serious tone.


    Rhys turned her to face him, his arms still encircling her waist. His voice was low and enticing as he responded, “Aside from a few who didn’t leave the assassin trade, all my resources are at your disposal. But have you forgotten about Oaklee?”


    “Oaklee?” Harlee couldn’t remember the name right away.


    He gently tapped her forehead.


    “Remember, you can’t beat free help.”


    That jogged Harlee’s memory—elia was virtually under Oaklee’s control. She gave him a thumbs up, her eyes shimmering with admiration.


    “How many people did you borrow from her?” Harlee grinned.


    “Did you deploy them all into the Happer family? Could I also get some of her people, especially those who are skilled inbat?”


    “They’re all in ce.”


    He looked at her with a yful twinkle in his eye.


    “As long as you’re prepared to endure her vociferous objections, you can borrow anyone.”


    Harlee yfully covered his mouth, turned away, and chuckled as she put on her headband for face washing.


    “The people I have now are more than enough for me.”


    Harlee really couldn’t deal with Oaklee’s vehement protests, so she decided it was best to stick with her current team.


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    Rhysughed quietly, choosing not to add more. He moved beside her and started brushing his teeth.


    They exited the bathroom one after the other. Suddenly, Rhys caught her hand and asked, “Babe, why do you so often use my name instead of endearments like ‘honey’?”


    He had long wanted to ask this, but there was always something more pressing or distractions of a more passionate nature.


    “People’s memories tend to fade as they age, so by calling you by your name now, I’ll ensure I remember it even when I’m old,” Harlee exined, looping her arms around his neck and smiling.


    “I don’t want to forget such a wonderful husband in myter years.”


    Rhys felt a rush of affection. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly.


    “Don’t worry. I’ll always remember for both of us.”


    After saying that, he kissed her once more. If not for their unborn child, he would have loved to be even closer to her!


    It was three in the afternoon.


    Harlee had finally managed to persuade Rhys to let her work in the study. Just then, Goodwin brought some encouraging news about Coulson’s condition.


    “I understand. If everything looks fine, have Franco take Coulson to Uwhor,” Harlee responded, her voice filled with happiness.


    Goodwin hesitated before asking, “Harlee, do we need to send Coulson to Uwhor immediately? It’s generally not advisable to move someone so soon after surgery.”


    During this period, Goodwin had been working for Harlee. Gradually, he found himself drawn to her personality. He stopped calling her Mrs. Green and began referring to her as Harlee, just like Patrick did.


    “Yes, staying in Baythorn is too risky. It’s not only Coulson who might be in danger but also you,” Harlee exined. The recent incident at the Fletcher family’s


    The residence demonstrated N’s merciless nature and her tendency to eliminate anyone connected to her ns.


    “I understand.”


    With that, Goodwin went off to coordinate with Franco about the patient’s overseas transfer after Harlee hung up the phone. Meanwhile, in the ss room, Rhys sat alone with aptop, conducting a video conference with executives from the Green Group. Harlee approached, set down her ownptop in front of him, and then took a seat.


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