Chapter 1464:
âThose who dared to treat me as a pawn in their little game are all six feet under,â she said, her voice low and tranquil.
Her words, though spoken with eerie composure, sent shivers rippling through the room.
Rhys stepped forward, his face unreadable, and gently stroked Harleeâs hand. It had been ages since Harlee had laid a hand on someone. Surely, it must feel strange to her now.
Oaklee, standing just beside Rhys, let out an involuntary sigh, her lips twitching in faint irritation. Watching Rhys beam at Harlee like a loyal pup desperate for praise was becoming too much to stomach. She averted her gaze, the display of adoration almost making her roll her eyes. She was fed upâutterly and completely doneâwith his over-the-top public displays of affection for Harlee.
As for Harleeâs four companions nearby? They barely spared the scene a second glance. This was routine for them. Rhys had long perfected the art of becoming Harleeâs personal puppy whenever she was around, and they had all made their peace with it. If there was ever a crown jewel in the collection of Casperâs mistakes, it was his decision to trust the conniving Nola and blackmail Rhys. Now it had all unraveled. The game was up. Rhys wasnât just ruthlessâhe was relentlessâand Harlee, the woman by his side? She was a force no one in their right mind would want to reckon with.
The crowd had a wide range of expressions. They were at a loss for words to express how they felt. Yes, Rhysâ wife could never be weak.
Casperâs mind buzzed with disbelief and panic. As he struggled to lift his head, a realization hit him like a blow to the chestâhe was utterly and completely trapped.
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âYou⦠you let me go!â Casper spat, his voice a mix of desperation and defiance. His teeth clenched so hard that blood seeped from his bitten lip, the metallic taste a cruel reminder of his humiliation.
Casperâs eyes burned with fury, barely concealing his fear. How could Harlee overpower him so effortlessly? Andâdamn itâwhat had she done to his hand? Shit!
Casper twisted, angry and desperate, but every movement only caused Harlee to press her foot harder into his chest. The searing pain overwhelmed him, and soon, his body betrayed him. He blacked out.
Harleeâs lips curled into the faintest of smiles. Her slender hand hovered over a bottle of wine, almost as if it were a delicate trinket. With a casual flick of her wrist, she lifted the bottle and poured the liquor over Casperâs face.
âAhâ¦â
Casper jolted awake, gasping. The pain hit him like a freight train once more, his features twisting into a grimace that couldâve been mistaken for a wild creature of the mountains.
âPlease⦠Let me go,â Casper pleaded, his voice hoarse.
âWe can talk. We can sit down and talk it throughâ¦â
His words were shaky, his body trembling, and the agony gnawed at him relentlessly. Desperation gripped him as he begged for mercy.
Harleeâs eyebrows arched slightly, and she regarded him with a chilling, measured gaze.
âTalk?â she mused, her voice devoid of emotion, cold as the wind that cuts through the bones.
âI donât like conversing with people who have hidden agendas.â
The air in the room thickened, oppressive in its silence.
Casperâs will to survive surged with intensity. He struggled fiercely, every muscle straining as he raised his uninjured left hand, desperate to strike at Harlee.
But no matter how much Casper fought, he couldnât break free from Harleeâs relentless hold. As soon as Casperâs hand came up, Rhys swiftly twisted and broke it, rendering it useless.
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