Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175:

“I trust you,” Harlee said softly.

Robbie stepped forward without hesitation.

“Tonya, so do I.”

When Harlee arrived at Tonya’s hotel in Neshela, dawn was just a few hours away, the clock nearing four. Meanwhile, in Mogluylia, the early hours of the morning stretched closer to six. Rhys sat alone in a room with walls of glass, his phone idle in his hand.

Every so often, he would open his chat with Harlee, scanning the screen for any sign of a message. What a liar! He remembered her promise to let him know when she arrived. Yet, since the previous evening, there had been silence—no texts, no calls. She hadn’t even sent an emoji.

Frustrated, Rhys slammed his palm against the table, annoyance bubbling to the surface.

Suddenly, the device in his hand vibrated, and he glanced at the screen with anticipation.

But his fleeting hope faded as he realized the notification wasn’t from her.

Rhys stared at the blank chat for a long moment, unsure whether to reach out. Then, at last, a message from Harlee appeared.

“I’ve been tied up since I got here and only now managed to reach out.”

Rhys didn’t type a reply. Instead, he initiated a video call.

The connection was immediate, and Harlee’s face filled the screen. Rhys tried to appear calm, but his lips curved into a slight smile.

“It’s the middle of the night over there. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of a faint mark on her forehead.

His expression hardened.

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“What happened? You’re injured.”

Harlee blinked, raising her hand to touch the spot in question.

“Is it really noticeable?”

Rhys’ tone sharpened.

“How did this happen? Did something go wrong when you went to see Tonya?”

Harlee quickly brushed off his concern, not wanting to alarm him.

“It’s nothing serious—just a small accident.”

She shifted the topic.

“If my math is right, it’s only six in the morning over there, right? Why are you awake so early?”

Rhys didn’t respond to Harlee’s question.

His gaze was fixed on her forehead.

“Looks like it was nicked by a blade. Not a gunshot, right? You weren’t shot, were you?”

Realizing Rhys was truly observant, Harlee checked her forehead on the video call.

“No, just a minor cut from a knife. Nothing severe.

A band-aid will fix it.”

“Aren’t the assassins targeting me? How did you get hurt?” Rhys’ voice held an unusual urgency.

“Did they find out you’re linked to me and try to leverage you?”

He blamed himself for her injuries, feeling he was the one attracting trouble.

Harlee hadn’t anticipated Rhys connecting this to the bounty. Keeping her voice steady, she said, “No, they haven’t gone that far.”

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