Chapter 1465:
Casper was completely at their mercy, like a trapped animalâhelpless and exposed. He longed to order the assassins hidden around the room to take action and eliminate Harlee and Rhys, but he bit his tongue. He wasnât ready to make that move yet. He was waiting for the perfect moment.
Having endured such brutal injuries, Casper had learned the hard way. He understood that with Rhysâ and Harleeâs skills, the assassins alone wouldnât be enough to defeat them. So, he devised a planâhe would sacrifice himself. The instant Rhys and Harlee grew complacent, he would give the order to strike, catching them off guard.
Suddenly, a strange laugh broke the silence, ringing out in the tense room.
Wesson, holding a glass of wine, raised his eyes just enough to glance at Harlee. His expression shifted to one of subtle respect as he lowered his gaze, trying to maintain his composure.
âHarlee, my apologies. I just thought of something amusing, soâ¦â
Wessonâs tone was genuinely apologetic, as he feared that even the smallest misstep could ignite Harleeâs wrath. In truth, he had chuckled only because he had come up with something amusing. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldnât have dared act this way in front of Harlee. He couldnât risk making her upset, after all.
Everyone else in the room exchanged uneasy glances. What was going on? Wesson, of all people, had become so respectful toward Rhysâ wife. Something about her presence, her power, was becoming increasingly apparent. They couldnât help but wonder who she truly was beneath that composed exterior. They were certain that once they learned her true identity, theyâd avoid crossing her at all costs.
Harlee, who had noticed Wesson the moment she entered but hadnât given him much thought, suddenly grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it directly at him.
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âI donât like being interrupted while Iâm working.â
Wesson didnât flinch. Instead, he stood up, bowed deeply, and replied, âI understand, Harlee.â
Losing face was nothing compared to what could happen if she truly got upset. He had no intention of trembling at the thought of her for the rest of his life.
The others in the room watched in stunned silence. If even Wesson, known for his arrogance, respected her like this, what did that say about her? Everyone knew theyâd better show her the same respect.
Harlee calmly removed her foot from Casperâs chest. His fury reignited, and he attempted to charge at her, but before he could even get halfway toward her, she kicked him away effortlessly. She kicked him again, this time with enough force to send a shockwave through the room.
It wasnât just Casper who felt the blowâeveryone in the room seemed to flinch, as if those kicks had struck their very souls. Violence like that? One would have to be insane to cross her.
Casper, now barely holding on to his sanity, commanded his hidden assassins in the corner with a trembling voice, âKill them! Kill them all!â
Casperâs hair was matted with blood, and he now resembled a desperate beggarâdisheveled and twisted with rage. His face was contorted in a way that made him look even more terrifying. But the gunshots he had expected never came. The room was eerily still, and he tried desperately to lift his head, only to see that theâ¦
The assassins Casper had hidden in the shadows now lay motionless on the floor. A cold fear gripped his heart.
âNo⦠Impossible. How could you know?â
Harlee didnât even spare Casper a glance. She turned instead to Rhys, gently pulling him down to sit beside her on the sofa. Without a word, she leaned comfortably against him, settling into his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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