Chapter 572: Chapter 572

Chapter 572:

Without missing a beat, Harlee retorted playfully, “When have you ever chosen friendship over romance?”

Ever since Ritchie and Tonya had gotten together, Harlee felt she hardly saw Tonya unless there was a mission—except for the occasional video call.

“Oh, come on! It’s been forever since I last dated! Be a good friend,” Tonya whined.

Tonight, I’ll spoil you rotten!” Tonya curled even closer to Ritchie, her eyes full of longing as she nuzzled into him.

Harlee knew what her friend was thinking and sighed.

“Alright.

Go ahead and do your thing.”

Once the video call ended, Harlee stared out at the sky for a moment before quickly tapping out a message to Rhys.

“Tonya’s rubbing her romance in my face again. Now, all I want is to be with you.”

Not even a second passed before Rhys’ reply flashed on her screen.

“Harlee, I miss you.”

Harlee couldn’t help but smile. They were so in sync that even their messages seemed to have a rhythm all their own. She wrote, “I’ll pamper you after I return home.”

Harlee then tucked her phone away and grabbed her car keys. The moment she pressed the unlock button, an earth-shattering explosion tore through the air.

Her eyes narrowed instantly, her focus sharpening with the precision of a hunter’s arrow. Someone was trying to kill her.

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Had she been a hair’s breadth closer when she hit the unlock button, she might not have been blown to bits, but she certainly would have been sent flying to the ground in an instant.

Harlee’s body reacted before she even thought. In a fluid motion, she sprang backward, her lithe form darting toward the corner in the blink of an eye.

She surmised that if her instincts were right, a sniper had her in his crosshairs, poised to take her down from afar. She had to act faster than he did.

If she didn’t take him out before he got a clean shot, she would be overwhelmed when more enemies came pouring in.

The fact that someone had managed to plant a bomb under her car spoke volumes.

It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision but a carefully orchestrated attempt on her life. It also pointed to something more sinister.

Her enemies weren’t just Lindsay and Hale, but a nest of rats hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

With her razor-sharp counter-surveillance instincts, Harlee swiftly pinpointed the sniper concealed on the high ground before neutralizing the threat with the precision of a seasoned pro.

As Harlee removed the sniper’s mask, her heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening with alarm. The assassin wasn’t someone from Mogluylia.

Could it be…?

The realization hit her like a slap across the face.

Her mind raced as she fumbled for her phone, desperate to report to Baldrick.

But when she tried to send a message, she found the signals were completely jammed.

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