Chapter 1084:
As Harlee approached the entrance, she chuckled coldly, her steps deliberate. She drew closer to the lone guard.
âYou look at me as if Iâm a familiar face you canât quite recognize.â
Harlee studied the man in front of her.
He was the only protector of the villaâclearly one of Rhysâ trusted aides, skilled and observant. Yet, she had never met him before, which only deepened her curiosity. Was he someone who usually operated from the shadows?
With narrowed eyes, Harlee gave Christopher a cold stare.
Christopher, having only heard of Harlee from Rhys, instinctively took a few steps back, his face betraying disbelief.
He hadnât expected her to find this place.
âNo, no, youâre mistaken,â he stammered.
Harlee smirked. She hadnât said much, yet his reaction was enough to tell her he was rattled. Pretending he didnât recognize her? Did he think she would fall for that?
Her laughter grew colder, and her poker face sharpened. She locked eyes with Christopher and spoke in a cold, controlled voice, âWhile Iâm still willing to be kind, take me to Rhys.â
Christopher shook his head forcefully, refusing.
Harleeâs expression hardened.
âSo, youâre choosing the hard way?â she said, rolling up her sleeves with methodical precision. She grabbed Christopherâs chin with force, making him look her straight in the eye.
âMy patience has limits.
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Either lead me to Rhys, or brace yourself for the consequences.â
Christopher stood frozen, overwhelmed by Harleeâs intimidating presence. She was nothing like the gentle, kind woman Rhys had described. Instead, she issued impatient threats when he resisted. She was far more frightening than Rhys had ever portrayed her to be.
âMiss Sanderson, itâs not that Iâm unwilling to take you to Mr. Green.
But he really isnât in the villa right now!â Since Rhys was in a hidden room, Christopher felt that, technically speaking, he wasnât lying.
âWhat of it?â Harlee replied, tightening her grip.
âI donât care where he is. You need to take me to him.â Christopher thought about trying to escape, but Harleeâs hold was unyielding. Resigned, he closed his eyes and mentally apologized to Rhys.
âSorry, Mr. Green, I canât resist any longer.â
Christopher was about to speak when Harleeâs smile vanished. In an instant, her hand flew up, and he felt a sharp slap across his face. The force of the blow jolted through his body, and his entire face twitched from the impact.
Christopher hadnât expected the âgentle womanâ Rhys often spoke of to deliver such a forceful slap. It was enough to knock him off balance.
Pain shot through his body as he struggled to comprehend how a slap from her, a woman, could knock a tall, strong man like him to the ground.
He muttered to himself, âA man in loveâs words really canât be trusted.â
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