Chapter 1675: Chapter 1675

Chapter 1675:

Shifting her position on the sofa, Harlee raised an eyebrow and replied nonchalantly, “Just this morning, during my exercise, he sent several groups of assassins to kill me, but I managed to fend them all off.”

Her casual delivery left Lexus stunned. He had come to ask her for a favor, yet it seemed Gilmore had preemptively tried to eliminate her. If she were to intervene openly, would…

Catching Lexus’ worried glance, Harlee’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes sharp and defiant.

“Professor Moreno, don’t worry. The assassins he hires can’t kill me. And who said I wouldn’t strike back?”

Lexus’ mouth twitched at her response. It wasn’t typical for someone who had just faced assassins to sound so composed. But since it was Harlee speaking, he believed her. Gilmore had never bested Harlee before.

The next moment, Harlee crossed her legs and smiled casually.

“If I’m right, Gilmore’s probably in the hospital by now.”

She shrugged. Over the years, she’d always exacted swift revenge, never waiting more than half a day.

Robbie remained silent. He realized Harlee was keeping him out of the loop on these matters, perhaps aware of his physical limitations.

Lexus’ expression brightened instantly.

“Harlee, that’s incredible! Will Gilmore be in the hospital for three months?”

With a sly smile, Harlee responded, “Yes, he will.”

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Even if that wasn’t the case now, she would ensure it soon enough.

Evening approached. Rhys was held up at a meeting at his newly opened company in Uwhor and missed dinner at home. However, he had arranged dinner for Harlee in advance.

After dining with Lexus, Harlee instructed Robbie to escort Lexus home. She then headed upstairs.

Emerging from the bathroom after a bath and slipping into her pajamas, Harlee noticed a glass of milk on the table. Was Rhys back? She had thought he’d be tied up all night with the launch of his new company, especially with the cutthroat business rivals in Uwhor. Yet, it seemed he had managed to handle it all more easily than expected.

Raising an eyebrow and curling her lips slightly, Harlee walked over to the table. She glanced toward the door with a penetrating look, then picked up the glass, took a few sips, and set it back down, her face unreadable.

She turned off the light and walked to the bed. Just as she sat down, she heard rustling at the door. Then, with a click, the door opened.

Harlee lifted her eyelids, her features gaining an even more captivating allure in the dim light. She lay down on the bed, her voice dripping with nonchalance.

“Hmm? Getting bold, aren’t we? I don’t recall agreeing to let you sleep on the bed.”

Rhys, halted momentarily at the edge of the bed, proceeded in the darkness, his voice sultry, tinged with playful mischief.

“I was on my best behavior all day and worked hard. Babe, surely you wouldn’t make me sleep on the sofa again, right?”

As Rhys moved to slide under the covers, Harlee nudged him away with her foot.

Rhys theatrically pretended to fall to the floor, clutching his chest with a pained expression.

Harlee withdrew her foot, sat up smoothly, flicked on the table lamp, and her gaze slowly settled on Rhys.

Suddenly, Harlee was caught off guard, her eyes scanning Rhys up and down for several moments. Her lips were half-curled in a smirk, and while her expression remained mostly unchanged, a spark of interest flickered in her eyes. Was Rhys trying to seduce her? No, that couldn’t be right. Where had he taken a shower? And when had he slipped into that suit?

Harlee’s brow furrowed slightly, but her gaze softened the moment she took in his attire. She found herself unable to look away.

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