Chapter 1019:
Christopher paused and then walked out with a heavier heart, his posture even more slumped.
He didnât say thank you because he felt he wasnât even worthy of those words.
Through Christopher, Rhys saw a side of himselfâthe part that had loved someone unattainableâand it oddly gave him strength. Looking at the disconnected call, he dialed back. The other line was busyâ¦
After a few seconds, Rhys let the call end on its own and reluctantly put the phone away.
A faint smile, full of regret and relief, appeared on his lips.
He knew Harlee wouldnât return his call.
Abroad, Harlee was on the phone with Tonya.
Midway through their conversation, Harlee paused when she saw Rhysâ incoming call.
âHarlee?â Tonya asked, puzzled.
Snapping back to reality, Harlee pretended nothing was wrong and replied, âIâm fine.
Go ahead.â
Tonya was momentarily speechless. She had been just a listener earlier, not saying a word. What was there to continue? But she didnât press the issue, knowing it was related to Rhys, even without needing to look.
âOkay, Iâll handle things here for now. Once the plan starts in a few days, Iâll come over to join you,â Tonya said.
âAlright.â Saying this, Harlee hung up the phone, not noticing that Tonya still had more to say.
Staring at the missed call on her screen, Harlee felt a strange weight on her chest but didnât return the call. She convinced herself that it was just a call. No biggie. In no time, the crucial day arrivedâthe day Matteo was set to give his speech as a mayoral candidate.
Harlee hadnât slept, filled with both anticipation and excitement. She had spent three years dealing with Matteo, failing at this point each time. Now, she was closer than ever to success, and Matteoâs fall was imminent.
After today, dealing with him would be much easier.
Harlee stood before her wardrobe, carefully picking a black outfit for flexibility, and then hesitated before donning a bulletproof vest for the first time in her life. She had family to protect and couldnât afford any accident.
Just then, her phone rang.
Harlee activated the speaker, and Tonyaâs voice came through, filled with enthusiasm.
âTodayâs the day, Harlee! Youâve got to bring Matteo down from that pedestal!â
It was a shame Tonya had sprained her ankle yesterday. Otherwise, she would have been there to witness Matteoâs downfall in person.
âDonât worry, Iâll make him regret every moment of these past three years!â Harleeâs voice was laced with lethal resolve.
For three years, Harlee had continuously sent people to Matteoâs base as undercover agents. They were all trained professionals, logically unlikely to be detected, yet many had died at Matteoâs hands. The reason was always the same. Matteo sought solace in brutality when he was upset.
Though those agents were under Rhysâ command, Harlee considered them friends and was willing to risk everything for their vengeance.
As Harlee gazed at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, her cold voice rang out, steady and deliberate.
âTonya, youâll be there to share the news with them, right?â
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