Chapter 475:
âI canât say for sure.â But the real danger lay in the uncertainty.
For a gang leader, nothing was more perilous than being in the dark, unsure of an enemyâs identity or the extent of their power.
Matteo had already done his research on Harlee. It was the right-wing government that had obliterated the Ivory Skeletons.
Given the current uneasy truce between the two, as long as his gang remained loyal and didnât oppose the government, there would be no immediate threat.
But the Sapphire Cobras? He still hadnât figured out the enemyâs background.
The weight of worry hung heavily on Matteoâs shoulders.
Haleâs thin lips pressed together in a tight line, the air around him turning cold and menacing.
âIâll go to Mogluylia. Iâll find out whoâs behind this for you.â After Matteo had acted against Harlee without his approval, Haleâs resentment toward him had already taken root. Now, his willingness to help Matteo was merely a convenient move in his effort to win back Harlee.
If Harleeâs man was truly formidable, Hale resolved to head to Mogluylia himself. The best way to handle a dangerous enemy was to align with his rivalâor the woman who loved him but could never have him.
As promised, Harlee and Rhys arrived at the Morgan family residence the following day.
By then, Belen had already prepared a sumptuous spread of dishes.
âRhys, Harlee, youâre finally here! Come in, please!â Belen called out warmly, her voice carrying over from the kitchen as she peeked out, a bright smile lighting her face.
Ever the gracious host, Wilton ushered them inside with a welcoming gesture.
As he led them to the dining area, he pointed toward the table laden with food.
âThis feast is all Belenâs doing. She made every dish herself.â
âPlease, sit and enjoy her cooking.â
As Belen set down a steaming pot of soup, she glanced at them with a mix of pride and humility.
âItâs been ages since I last cooked. Iâm not sure if it will be to your liking. If it isnât, donât feel obligated. The maid has prepared a few extra dishes as a backup.â
Harlee shook her head and smiled.
âIt smells delightful, Belen. Iâm sure itâs wonderful.â
This reminded Harlee of the first time she had returned to the Sanderson family.
At the dining table, Wilton and Belen made sure their guests felt at home, eagerly encouraging Harlee and Rhys to sample the dishes. Occasionally, Wilton and Belen leaned forward to scoop portions onto Harleeâs and Rhysâs plates.
As the initial air of formality dissolved, replaced by easy laughter and conversation, Belen suddenly nudged Wilton with her elbow, raising a brow in silent communication. Noticing they had something to say, Harlee set down her cutlery, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
âIf there is something you would like to say, Belen, feel free to speak up.â
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