Chapter 602: Chapter 602

Chapter 602:

Had he foreseen this, he might have reconsidered his decision to aid Rhys, spurred only by the bonds of an old friendship.

Sprague was just about to go after Harlee to say something more when his phone buzzed insistently. It was a call from Baldrick’s private number.

With a sigh, Sprague pressed the phone to his ear and answered with a furrowed brow.

“Baldrick?”

Baldrick’s tone carried a note of urgency.

“Sprague, this situation might escalate beyond what we’ve anticipated. Meet me at the C320 military base as soon as possible!”

Sprague instantly realized the gravity of the call.

Baldrick’s unwavering calm was typically unbreakable unless the circumstances were dire. Recognizing the severity, Sprague responded promptly, “Understood. I’m on my way!”

Sprague hurried, aware that any delay would jeopardize a critical national security operation involving the National Aerospace Agency.

Meanwhile, Harlee received an intriguing update from Ritchie.

“I’ve forwarded the details on the Gruinia syndicate. Something about it doesn’t quite add up. Please review it at your earliest convenience.”

“Moreover, concerning Lindsay, I’ve compiled all the necessary evidence. We can proceed with her arrest at your command.”

Harlee pondered over the information, her expression marked by concern as she sat beside Rhys’ hospital bed. The layers of complexity surrounding the syndicate’s dealings deepened the mystery.

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After a moment of reflection, she typed back, “I’ll manage the syndicate issues.

Coordinate with Tonya and set up a comprehensive live broadcast. I intend for Lindsay’s downfall to be public, ensuring she faces the repercussions of her actions before a nationwide audience.”

“Absolutely, I’ll get everything set up for a significant broadcast.” As Ritchie typed, his smile broadened with anticipation of the unfolding drama.

At 8 p.m., inside the VIP suite at Bellflower Hospital, thanks to the medication Tonya had administered, Rhys’ condition was improving at an astonishing rate.

Barely an hour after his surgery, he felt significantly stronger than before.

Harlee had gone to check on Clint and Tiffany. Taking advantage of her absence, Rhys, a man who prided himself on staying clean, pushed himself upright with determination, intending to freshen up with a shower and a hair wash.

As Rhys stepped toward the shower area, Harlee unexpectedly returned. She stopped in her tracks, staring at him with an amused expression.

He froze, looking as though he’d been caught sneaking out after curfew, and her laughter filled the room.

Walking over to Rhys, Harlee gently guided him toward the specially designed patient bathing station. Rhys stayed completely silent, not daring to provoke her further.

His impulsive trip to the suburbs despite his injuries had already strained their relationship, and he was terrified of saying or doing anything else to upset her.

“You can wash your hair, but forget about the shower,” Harlee said curtly as she adjusted the water temperature.

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