Chapter 1151: Chapter 1151

Chapter 1151:

She shot up from the bed, her eyes immediately landing on Rhys, who stood on the balcony, a cup of coffee in hand—a drink he usually shunned—his mind clearly lost in the fog of his own thoughts.

Sensing his distraction, Harlee decided not to interrupt. Instead, she quietly slipped out of bed and went to freshen up.

However, Rhys was already aware Harlee was awake the moment her eyelids fluttered open.

He just didn’t know how to face her after what had transpired the previous night. The embarrassment weighed heavily on him.

After getting ready, Harlee headed downstairs, where Robbie was already seated in the living room, waiting for her. Robbie said, “Just as you predicted, those assassins came rushing in last night.”

Harlee took a sip of her coffee, hoping it would wake her up.

Her faint smile carried a sharp edge.

“Did they know they were trespassing on my territory?”

Robbie finished the last bite of his toast before replying, “No, they don’t. I made sure to cover our tracks before they figured it out.”

But it hadn’t been easy. Those assassins weren’t amateurs, and accomplishing the task had taken all of Robbie’s effort and required enlisting Ritchie’s help.

“Where is Ritchie?” Harlee suddenly asked.

“What?” Robbie blinked, caught off guard. Weren’t they discussing last night’s incident? Why was she suddenly asking about Ritchie? Her tone made it clear she already knew he’d helped Ritchie escape from the hospital.

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“You wouldn’t have handled last night so effortlessly without Ritchie’s help,” Harlee said, her gaze steady and confident.

“I know what all of you are capable of.”

Realizing he had inadvertently made a slip, Robbie hesitated, shifting uncomfortably before asking, “Harlee, is it okay if I leave that part unsaid?”

Robbie had promised Ritchie a chance to make his own decision.

As a loyal friend, he didn’t want to betray Ritchie.

But as someone deeply devoted to Harlee, he also didn’t want to disobey her.

Before Harlee could respond, a deep, magnetic voice came from the stairs.

“Even if you bring Ritchie back this time, he will just find another way to leave.

At least someone knows where he is hiding this time.

But next time, he might not leave any clue.

A person who is determined to hide is almost impossible to track.”

Harlee turned toward the sound and saw Rhys descending the stairs holding a cup of coffee. Propping her chin on her palm, she watched him with an unmistakable glint of admiration. Rhys stiffened under her gaze.

He lowered his eyes and continued, “The only one who can bring him back is Tonya. Though I don’t understand love, I know one thing: someone desperate to leave can’t be forced to stay.”

Robbie quickly chimed in, “Harlee, I think Mr. Green has a point.

At least I know where Ritchie is and that he is safe.”

Harlee understood all of this already. Still, she couldn’t help but feel for Tonya.

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