Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045

Chapter 1045:

Noticing the success of her plan, the woman cast a glance at the hidden camera, a slight smile playing on her lips.

“Of course, we’ll give you the power and resources you need, as long as you help us deal with Harlee.”

“Deal!”

The following day arrived.

Harlee spent the morning in her hospital room, feeling restless. She decided to visit some of the other patients’ rooms.

During her conversation with Ritchie the previous day, she had learned that Rhys had not only brought her back to the country but had also retrieved her entire team.

Last night, while reviewing the surveillance footage, Harlee had purposely avoided the moles that had previously been sent to Matteo’s base as undercover agents.

Although they were Rhys’s subordinates, their betrayal was too difficult for her to accept. Since Rhys had disappeared, she had taken control of his businesses and considered his men to be allies, which made confronting them even harder.

Moreover, she didn’t want to explain their sorry state to the other comrades. It was something neither she nor they could come to terms with.

Harlee’s condition had been stable from the beginning, and after a week of excellent care, she could now sit up in a wheelchair with some effort.

While moving, she accidentally bumped her left hand, the one that had been shot.

“Ouch…” Harlee winced in pain, sitting still in the wheelchair for a moment until the discomfort subsided. She allowed herself to show pain only when no one else was around.

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The previous night, Rhys had slept on the sofa in Harlee’s hospital room. In the morning, he received a phone call that clearly upset him.

Despite his distress, he made sure to arrange breakfast for Harlee and stayed by her side until she finished her meal, before heading off to business.

Four bodyguards were stationed around Harlee’s ward.

Harlee resided in a VIP suite that had two bedrooms and a living room. One guard was stationed at the door, and the other three alternated resting in the living area.

As Harlee wheeled herself out, the three guards sprang up from the sofa.

“Good morning, Miss Sanderson.” Harlee glanced at them coldly and, with an air of command, replied, “I’m going out.” Her authority was unmistakable.

“We…” The three exchanged uneasy glances, hesitant to speak.

Before leaving, Rhys had explicitly instructed them not to let Harlee venture out, especially not to visit the other patients.

“What? Do I need to get permission from Rhys to leave?” Harlee’s voice turned icy, and her gaze was filled with warning.

Despite her current weakness, her presence commanded respect, and the three guards dared not speak.

Harlee looked back at them.

“Rhys assigned you here for my safety, not to monitor me. Open the door!”

The three of them dared not defy her, so they slowly stepped forward to open the door, fear of Rhys’s likely punishment gripping them.

As Harlee wheeled herself out, the guard at the door, about to speak, froze.

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