Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251:

“Thank you for placing your trust in me,” Harlee said, bowing deeply, her eyes brimming with tears. “I thought only a few would dare to choose an uncertain future, but I never expected such overwhelming trust from all of you. So, I’ve made up my mind…”

She raised her voice, determination in her words. “I’m going to establish a new Shadow Moon Company. The details are still being worked out, but I promise you all will keep your familiar roles!”

“Hooray!” they all cheered, their voices loud with excitement. They had been forced into a life of violence, but they didn’t want to continue down that path. Harlee’s willingness to create a new, fitting opportunity for them touched their hearts.

As the group buzzed with excitement, Rhys, who had remained silent for some time, walked slowly to Harlee’s side. His eyes scanned the room, lingering on his shadow guards hidden in the corners, who seemed out of place amid the jubilant celebration. He said calmly, “If any of my people yearn for a different life, you are welcome to join them.”

The shadow guards fell into stunned silence when they heard this. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to; they simply couldn’t fathom such good fortune coming their way. They were accustomed to the life of shadow guards with no true identities of their own. Therefore, they dared not dream of a life as ordinary people.

“Not interested?” Rhys asked, his tone rising.

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Patrick, who had gradually stepped away from his identity as a shadow guard, took the initiative and stepped forward. “Mr. Green truly wants you to live the life you desire. If anyone wants to make a change, now is the time.”

With Patrick’s calm declaration, those who had wavered found their courage and stepped forward. In less than three minutes, every one of them moved with newfound resolve, their heads lifted high. They, too, longed to leave the darkness behind and live in the light.

Rhys’ lips curved into a rare smile, and his gaze softened as it settled on Harlee. “Honey, I’ll leave my people in your capable hands.”

Harlee blinked, at a loss for words. She hadn’t expected to take on this responsibility, and now, she found herself in charge of nearly four hundred people. A headache was beginning to form, but there was also a sense of happiness that warmed her heart because they were all still ready to follow her.

“Finish the final tasks first. After that, everyone will return to Baythorn with me,” Harlee said.

“Hurray!” The living room of the villa erupted into cheers, filling the air with the energy of a bustling market. At that moment, everyone was filled with hope for a bright, new future.

Eventually, Waylon didn’t last long. After Robbie shot him ten times and stabbed him just as many, Waylon lingered only ten minutes in the dog kennel before succumbing to his wounds.

He passed away with his eyes wide open. However, his gaze wasn’t filled with hatred for Harlee. Instead, they were fixed on the spot where his tattoo of Marisa’s image once marked him. It was unclear whether he cried remembering Marisa or regretting how he had treated her. Only he knew the truth.

Robbie had once believed taking Waylon’s life with his own hands would bring him a sense of satisfaction. But instead, he was left with a hollow emptiness, as though the act hadn’t affected him at all. Waylon’s life had meant nothing in comparison to his friends. Waylon’s death wouldn’t redeem any of his sins.

The dead live on forever in the hearts of the living, while those who remain continue to push forward, holding onto their beliefs and marching onward with unwavering resolve.

On a cold winter night, Skyla and Belinda finally set the wedding date for Harlee and Rhys. It was set to be on December 26th, less than two weeks away.

Harlee received the news just as she emerged from the bathroom, her wet hair still damp as she walked into the room. The room was shrouded in darkness and silence.

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