Chapter 1462:
âYou think you can hit me and walk away with it?â
But Oaklee was quicker. Before Casper could even cock the gun, she had it in her hands, pointing it back at him.
âYouâre not fast enough,â she said with a short laugh.
With a dismissive gesture, Oaklee threw the gun to the floor and returned to her seat beside Rhys, her expression unbothered. She wouldnât have come today if Rhys hadnât stated that he wanted to teach the Happer family a lesson!
The occupants of the room were visibly stunned by Rhysâ commanding presence and Oakleeâs unusual deference. Known for her steadfastness and unyielding spirit, Oakleeâs sudden submission was a clear indicator of Rhysâ extraordinary influence. They all pondered Rhysâ identity, considering how easily he could command someone like Oaklee. It seemed that Casperâs days were numbered.
Most in attendance were well-connected and had caught wind of Casperâs overreaching ambitions, which now appeared to be his downfall.
Rhysâ eyes glinted with a frosty menace, and a palpable aura of dominance emanated from him. He fixed his gaze on Casper, who had collapsed onto the sofa, and sneered, âCasper, you have quite the temper!â Casper had not foreseen that Rhysâ earlier warmth was nothing more than a veneer. By the time he grasped the true nature of the situation, it was already too late.
A flicker of fury ignited within Casper, his eyes turning bloodshot, mirroring the desperation of a cornered animal. His facial muscles twitched with rage as he forced a venomous sneer. Well, if Rhys was willing to overlook Harleeâs well-being and sabotage their partnership, Casper would ally with Nola to take Harlee down.
Casper knew of Rhysâ deep love for Harlee and Harleeâs significant influence over him. There were rumors that Harlee refused to let Rhys meddle in her dealings with Nola, and Rhys had devised a strategic distraction to keep Nola at bay. Casper was eager to see how Harlee would cope with Nola without Rhys to keep things in check.
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âMr. Green, very well. Today, youâve sealed the fate of this partnership. Donât blame me for my ruthlessness going forward!â Casper stood up, slamming his hand on the table, and declared, âOur cooperation ends here. Consider yourself warned. Your wife will surely struggle against Nolaâs schemes!â
Wessonâs lips twisted into a sardonic grin. Even now, Casper still dared to underestimate Harlee. He clearly had no idea what true peril looked like.
Rhysâ dark gaze narrowed, a lethal intent flickering within.
âWho said you could leave?â
No sooner had Rhys spoken than the door to the room swung open. He paused, his head tilting slightly as a flicker of surprise danced across his features. Rising swiftly, he strode toward the door.
Inside the room, all heads turned to follow Rhysâ movement, except for Casper, who was still reeling from his confrontation with Rhys.
Though many in the room recognized Patrick, Harlee was an enigma to them. Yet, observing Rhysâ reaction, it wasnât hard to deduce her identity. After all, the only person who could compel such a formidable man to rise in greeting was surely his cherished wife.
Wesson tensed at Harleeâs entrance, cursing his instinctive reaction. People often spoke of Rhysâ fearsome reputation, but in Wessonâs view, Harlee was the true embodiment of terror. Her mere gaze was enough to send shivers down his spine.
At the doorway, Harlee entered the room with a composed air, indifferent to the many eyes upon her. Her expression remained stoic until Rhysâ familiar hand found her waist, prompting a smile to break her solemn facade.
Harlee reached up, playfully pinching Rhysâ waist while arching an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
âSo, youâve been busy with your little schemes behind my back, huh? Weâll settle this at home!â
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