Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216

Chapter 1216:

“We do trust her, but that trust depends on having clear information.

Currently, we’re in the dark about our adversaries. The intel we have is largely unreliable.

How can we ignore the dilemma Rhys and Harlee face solely based on mere faith?” Ritchie responded with composure.

Tonya retorted, “Are you confident about breaking in? Do you truly believe you can protect them once inside? Or are you just prepared to charge in and face gunfire from Waylon’s men?”

Jonathan frowned.

“Tonya, you’re underestimating us. We might not match Harlee’s skills, but we can still contribute.”

“Is that so?” Tonya said.

“Then why are just the six of you going? Where’s your support?”

Robbie met her gaze squarely.

“Tonya, you have a point. We might become targets. That’s precisely why we didn’t involve anyone else.”

Tonya was not taken aback. She understood their resolve to confront any danger head-on.

“Can’t you trust Harlee and Rhys just once more?” she asked.

Robbie shook his head and said, “We can’t afford the risk.

Harlee is too important to us. Sure, the higher-ups might protect her, but what if they fail? What if she needs us there to pull her out of trouble?”

“There are no ‘what ifs,'” Tonya said decisively.

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Her trust in the authorities wasn’t blind. It was grounded in her firm belief that Harlee would be alright.

History had shown that, regardless of the danger, Harlee had always returned unscathed over the last decade.

“Tonya, you have your beliefs, and we have our decisions,” Ritchie said earnestly.

“Not everyone can stand by and wait in fear as you do!”

Tonya was rendered speechless. It dawned on her—she herself had once been ready to risk her life, charging into the most dangerous situations. In those moments, she feared nothing—not even death or the prospect of being driven to madness.

Her sole fear had always been not being able to rescue Harlee.

“I understand. Let’s do this together!” Without further words, Tonya resolutely decided to join them in their cause.

At the Juarez family villa, after courteously bidding farewell to Waylon, Matteo took a seat opposite Harlee and Rhys, gracefully slicing into the freshly served foie gras.

“Miss Sanderson, are you taken aback?” Matteo asked.

“I assumed you would have figured it out ages ago. Mr. Salazar mentioned that you were smart, but I’m beginning to have doubts.”

Harlee nodded with assurance and said, “The claim that those you aligned with were remnants of Anigenia was merely a diversion. They actually belong to the Salazar family.”

Matteo chuckled and said, “It isn’t too dull to figure it out now. Would you like to take a guess at when I first started suspecting you?”

“From the start,” Harlee responded casually.

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