Chapter 1468: Chapter 1468

Chapter 1468:

Harlee crossed her legs, her eyes leisurely meeting Casper’s. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on the armrest and replied nonchalantly, “Firstly, I can gather information about Nola on my own. Secondly, Nola poses no real threat to me. Thirdly, who gave you the audacity to negotiate terms with me?”

Rhys remained silent beside Harlee throughout the exchange, attending to her with a devotion that bordered on worship. One moment, he was feeding her fruit; the next, he was bringing her water to soothe her throat. His every action was a testament to his unwavering focus on her.

Nearby, Patrick, feeling increasingly out of place amidst this overt display of affection, stealthily edged toward Robbie.

Being single, Patrick found the scene before him unbearable. On top of that, it was downright awkward to watch Rhys, the high and mighty leader, behaving like a devoted servant.

Harlee snorted. Who did Casper think he was, trying to set the terms with her?

Casper tilted his head back, his eyes going wide as if they might pop out of their sockets, his body trembling with barely contained fury. Harlee had rejected him! She had actually turned down his proposal.

Casper felt as though he’d been slapped awake by the harsh hand of reality. His body shook uncontrollably as he fixed his gaze on the woman in front of him. The cocky confidence that had once filled his eyes was now replaced with seething rage, a bitterness so deep it was barely contained. Harlee must be pretending. She had to be! With all her skills, how could she possibly let Nola run wild again and again without doing anything? Nola must have something on Harlee—something Harlee was afraid of. There was no way Harlee wouldn’t want to extract information about Nola from him!

Even as Casper tried to console himself, a cold sense of fear gnawed at his insides. Harlee was too unpredictable. He couldn’t figure her out.

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Casper turned his stiff, pained face toward Rhys, hoping the man would see the value in any information about Nola. This was his last bargaining chip for survival.

But Rhys was too busy tending to Harlee to pay attention to Casper. Whatever Harlee decided, Rhys was on her side. If she wanted to chase her wildest dreams, he’d be right behind her, no questions asked.

Outside the Gilded Club, Wesson leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He pulled out his phone, opened the messaging app, and found the contact labeled “The Boss Lady You Don’t Dare Mess With.”

With a sigh, he began typing the entire story, from start to finish.

“Harlee and her man are already pilling Casper. His survival chances are looking pretty slim.”

Margo texted back almost immediately.

“Wesson, thanks for your hard work. For the safety and benefit of our family, hang in there a little longer and make sure you explain everything before heading home.”

Wesson took a drag from his cigarette, glancing at her reply, nearly choking on the smoke.

“Margo, you’re such a great sister, aren’t you?” Asking him to go back and explain everything to Harlee was a daunting challenge.

Margo’s response was swift.

“Stop complaining. Don’t come back unless you finish your mission.”

Wesson shot off another message, but unsurprisingly, he was blocked again. He’d grown used to being blocked by Margo, so he just shoved his phone back into his pocket and resigned himself to waiting in the corner near the entrance for Harlee to come out.

Meanwhile, inside the private room, Casper’s face had gone ashen, his body stiff as a board. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing to let go. His body trembled with each passing moment, his broken hands useless and numb.

The silence in the room was deafening.

When Harlee had said, “Who do you think you are to negotiate with me?” Casper felt like the last of his energy drained away. He had no comeback, knowing his chances of survival were slipping through his fingers. He, the most successful member of the Happer family, always striving to be number one, never imagined his life would end in such a humiliating way.

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