Chapter 1605: Chapter 1605

Chapter 1605:

“Do you know why I chose those female soldiers?”

Rhys slowly set the plate of grapes aside, his gaze turning to her.

“Because you wanted to show the world that Mogluylia’s male soldiers aren’t the only strong ones. Our female soldiers can easily hold their own against male soldiers from other nations.”

Harlee didn’t get a chance to respond because her phone buzzed at that exact, untimely moment.

Harlee quickly pressed the speaker button. Before she could say anything, a faint, shaky voice came through the speaker.

“Harlee, can you come with me to Star Entertainment this afternoon? I want to terminate my contract early, but I’m afraid Devonte will pull something shady. He has a lot of dirty secrets, and I’m worried he might retaliate.”

Tiffany had spent the last three days agonizing over whether to make this call. She didn’t want Harlee to think she had befriended her for personal gain, but… Perhaps Clint had taken pity on Tiffany, so he had secretly pressured Devonte, but threats alone wouldn’t be enough to make Devonte back down.

This action pushed Devonte over the edge. He not only sent Tiffany a bloody knife but also threatened to kill her if she dared terminate the contract, even if it meant his own destruction.

Tiffany feared that breaking the contract would lead to mutual destruction, yet she couldn’t bear to stay at Star Entertainment any longer. After days of careful deliberation, she finally came up with the best solution. However, uncertainty held her back from bringing the request to Harlee, causing her to delay it until now.

Tiffany was caught off guard when Harlee agreed without asking her questions.

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“Thank you, Harlee!” Excitement bubbled in Tiffany’s voice, impossible to disguise. She knew Harlee wouldn’t refuse, but she hadn’t expected Harlee to agree so quickly, as if it were completely natural for her to ask for her help.

Leisurely, Harlee plucked a grape from the bowl and fed it to Rhys’ lips as she said, “No problem. I’ll pick you up at three.”

“Okay! I’ll be waiting at home.”

Tiffany’s joy rang clear, her words carrying an unrestrained ease.

Rhys arched a brow, lips quirking into a lazy smirk.

“Oh? Didn’t you promise to stay with me for three days? I’m pretty sure it hasn’t been three days yet.”

Harlee covered his eyes and pressed a deep kiss to his lips, her voice gentle.

“Then I’ll make it up to you with my body. How does that sound?”

Rhys’ desire ignited the moment he met Harlee’s smoldering gaze. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and murmured in a husky voice, “Let’s begin.”

It wasn’t until Harlee was finally allowed out of bed—at two-thirty in the afternoon—that she fully understood the meaning behind his words.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, Harlee shot Rhys a withering glare. While he was still basking in the aftermath of their passion, she seized the moment, gave him a firm shove, and promptly locked him in the bedroom.

“Humph! If he wants to get out, he can go through the window.”

After sipping a cup of coffee downstairs, Harlee drove to Tiffany’s place, picked her up, and headed straight for Star Entertainment headquarters.

Seated in the passenger seat, Tiffany remained quiet, her makeup minimal. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to dress up today.

“Is terminating the contract particularly difficult?” Harlee asked.

Tiffany hesitated before revealing what Devonte had been up to behind the scenes—including the bloody knife that had been mailed to her.

“I don’t know for sure if Devonte was the one who sent it, but just in case, I asked you to come with me.”

Harlee’s expression darkened, her brows knitting together.

“Got it. You’ll go in first later on.”

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