Chapter 1206: Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206:

As Waylon was about to respond, a disturbance at the door caused him to swiftly push Liliana away and point a silver gun at the entrance.

Harlee and Rhys entered boldly, kicking aside anyone who attempted to block their path.

Rhys took a seat next to Waylon, setting Waylon’s silver gun down, and said firmly, “Let’s discuss business.”

Rhys’ expression conveyed disdain. Waylon studied him intensely and then said, “So, you’re the elusive Mr. Green?”

Rhys reclined, shooting a cold look at Waylon and dismissing him outright.

Waylon, unfazed by the slight, turned to Harlee with an admiring smile.

“Miss Sanderson, to see is to believe. Your tactics truly impress me!” Not only had…

Harlee’s maneuvers had decimated nearly two thousand of his men, but those he had sent to finish off the injured in hospitals had also been left deserted in the wilderness. It seemed Harlee was always one step ahead, dictating his moves.

“First condition: eliminate the woman next to you,” Harlee said coldly.

Liliana, in a state of panic, asked, “Harlee, who are you to impose conditions on Mr. Salazar?”

Liliana then clutched Waylon’s hand and said, “Mr. Salazar, don’t be deceived by her manipulations. She’s too cunning.” Liliana understood her role as merely a temporary plaything in Waylon’s eyes, and she feared becoming just another pawn in their negotiations.

“I’m intrigued, Miss Sanderson, by what you believe gives you the right to bargain with me?” Waylon asked casually, continuing to savor his steak, barely acknowledging Liliana.

A wave of dread washed over Liliana. She dared not speak, recognizing Waylon’s indifference as a stern signal that she was not to interfere in the conversation.

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Harlee said firmly, her voice steady and confident, “I wouldn’t come here to negotiate without substantial backing.

Clearly, Mr. Salazar, you’ve taken my warnings to heart. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kept your forces hidden.”

Despite her strategic planning, Harlee was puzzled by Waylon’s unflappable demeanor.

Waylon chuckled and turned his gaze toward Harlee.

“Miss Sanderson, you’re certainly clever. Why don’t you take a guess at whether I’ll agree to your terms?”

“Mr. Salazar!” Liliana called out urgently.

Waylon quickly silenced her with a sharp slap, dismissing her with a single word.

“Quiet.”

Liliana fell to the floor, staring up at Waylon in shock, not anticipating such a swift rejection.

Holding her bruised cheek, tears filled her eyes, but she said nothing, knowing better than to speak further.

Harlee glanced indifferently at Liliana on the floor, saying flatly, “I’m not here to play guessing games. If you don’t decide promptly, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

Harlee maintained her position, not moving an inch.

For her, the hardest blow would be to force the person Liliana depended on most to act against her. This would plunge Liliana into profound despair.

“Let’s not rush. We can eat and discuss. It’s just Liliana’s life at stake, nothing of significance,” Waylon said casually, signaling for service. Two servers in chef attire promptly brought two exquisite steak dishes to the table.

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