Chapter 568: Chapter 568

Chapter 568:

“Lindsay couldn’t have pulled off something this grand on her own. If I’m not mistaken, it’s all because of this man. Lindsay was just a pawn in his game.”

Harlee felt a shift in her perception of Rhys when she heard his words.

Hamilton and Patrick alone couldn’t have uncovered Hale.

Clearly, a more powerful organization must be behind Rhys. Yet, Harlee had no intention of asking. She had her own secrets, things she hadn’t shared with Rhys. In the same way, she couldn’t demand he lay everything bare.

Slowly, Harlee nodded, her gaze softening. The topic of Hale was no longer something she could keep to herself.

“You are right. Lindsay is likely just a pawn in this man’s game.

Before the incident, I had Ritchie and Tonya look into his entry into the country, but they found nothing.”

“Hale is Matteo’s half-brother and the founder of the Dark Night. Moreover, he has been my rival for years. Though in recent years, our paths haven’t crossed much. I can’t say for sure what he’s up to now.”

Rhys furrowed his brow, concern flickering in his eyes.

Anyone who could make Harlee uneasy had the kind of power and ruthlessness that could rival even Matteo.

He tenderly ran his fingers through Harlee’s hair, lowering his head to place a soft kiss on her forehead as he said gently, “Harlee, trust me. Let me take care of this. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.”

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Swayed by Rhys’ astute and thoughtful coaxing, Harlee found herself ready to put her full trust in him.

“Alright,” she replied with newfound conviction.

Eagerly, Harlee relayed to Rhys all the information Ritchie had managed to dig up, along with the crucial data she had hacked into that same night.

“Here’s everything I’ve managed to uncover. The next move is yours, honey!” she said, her voice tinged with both hope and warmth.

After sharing a few intimate moments in bed and enjoying a leisurely lunch together, Harlee finally rose to pay a visit to Clint’s ward. Not long after Harlee entered the room, a sharp knock echoed at the door. Turning expectantly, she anticipated seeing Tonya’s face. Instead, Harlee was met with the cold, judging stares of several middle-aged men and women, their expressions harsh and devoid of warmth.

Without invitation, they surged past Harlee into the VIP suite, claiming the living room space as their own with an air of entitled disinterest. The apparent leader of the group, a man with a particularly disdainful expression, scowled at Harlee.

“What are you gawking at? Aren’t you here to serve us tea and desserts? Why are you just standing there? You’re nothing more than a nursing staff, aren’t you?” he snapped, clearly mistaking Harlee’s casual attire of a plain white T-shirt and black pants for the uniform of a nursing staff.

From their point of view, the hospital was merely a world of doctors, nurses, patients, and the occasional presence of nursing staff.

And as for any noteworthy guests? They scrutinized Harlee from head to toe, dismissing her outright.

How could a woman wearing just a plain white T-shirt pass for a noteworthy guest?

Unruffled, Harlee responded, “Nursing staff? Wow, barging into someone’s room like that? Shouldn’t I, as a nursing staff, throw you out myself?”

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