Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112:

“Really? The Green Group is mine now. So, where exactly is your great career?” Harlee asked calmly.

Rhys’ pupils widened in shock. What did she mean? How on earth could the Green Group possibly be under her control? What had happened while he was unconscious? Wasn’t he supposed to be dominating the business world by the time he was thirty-three?

A smug smile spread across Harlee’s face as she leaned closer, tilting his chin up with a light touch.

Her eyes gleamed with a teasing glint.

“So, it’s me supporting you, not the other way around.”

Something in Rhys seemed to break.

He stared at her, his face flushing as heat spread across his cheeks.

Harlee watched Rhys, amused. Since meeting him, she had never seen him look flustered, let alone shy. It was an unexpected but delightful discovery.

Rhys pressed his lips together, trying to regain his composure. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Harlee turned and walked away, leaving him behind.

“I’ll be in the study next door. If you’re tired, feel free to sleep.”

Rhys sat there, stunned into silence. Walking away after teasing him? How was that fair? It only reinforced his belief that women were distractions that held him back, and he had no intention of falling for this manipulative, calculating woman.

The soft glow of the night illuminated the room, casting a gentle light on Harlee’s profile as she sat on the sofa, casually flipping through some documents.

“Any updates from the remnants of Anika and Eugenia’s faction trying to contact Matteo?” Harlee asked coolly, her eyes sharp.

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Robbie, seated across from her with another report, shook his head.

“Nothing. No movement from them. It’s like they’ve completely given up any plans for a comeback.”

After a brief pause, Robbie added, “Do you really think those leftovers would try to join forces with Matteo? I doubt they’d have the guts.”

When Harlee learned that some remnants of Anika’s faction had survived, she didn’t rush into a purge. Instead, she kept them under close surveillance, planning for Matteo’s eventual downfall to be total and irreversible.

The images of Ritchie’s shattered legs, the comatose Bart, and the fallen members of the devastating battle lingered in Harlee’s mind. They were etched into her memory, fueling her resolve. It wasn’t enough to bring Matteo down at his peak—she wanted him completely crushed, stripped of hope, and left in despair.

“Anika’s father had a strong connection with Matteo,” Harlee said, her tone devoid of warmth.

“That’s why Anika and Eugenia secretly continued working with Matteo, even behind Lucretia’s back.

Anika’s rise was built on that dirty alliance. Those who managed to escape unscathed were all high-ranking members of Anika’s faction. They know Matteo’s power. The moment Matteo feels secure, they’ll reemerge.” Harlee had studied their profiles. Those individuals were ruthless and cunning. They would never give up their status or fade into obscurity.

“But Matteo’s been on top for some time now, and still, those people haven’t made a move,” Robbie countered, still doubtful.

Harlee couldn’t help but smile at Robbie’s assured tone. The remnants of Anigenia’s faction were not naturally inclined to ally with Matteo. If they sought his support, they needed to offer something substantial. Otherwise, they would simply be delivering themselves into his hands, ripe for exploitation.

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