Chapter 641: Chapter 641

Chapter 641:

Liliana’s eyes flicked from her father to her grandmother, finally settling on Valentina, whose expression gleamed with a vindictive pleasure.

At that instant, Liliana understood she had never truly grasped the essence of her family.

A sudden, gut-wrenching nausea hit her like a storm. She bolted outside, unable to stop herself, and threw up violently.

She knew siding with Skyla would only alienate her further from her parents and grandmother.

Gazing up at the two bodyguards who had rushed to her aid, Liliana felt an unexpected sense of gratitude for their presence. Once she regained her composure, she strode back into the house flanked by her bodyguards, her demeanor cold and resolved.

“If you all believe I’m being dramatic, then so be it. I’ll shut my mouth from now on.”

Elvin’s expression softened slightly, tinged with remorse.

“Liliana, we didn’t mean to…”

Liliana scanned the room, her eyes lingering on Elvin, the sole figure offering a glimmer of respect amidst a sea of indifference. Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks, casting her in a light of profound vulnerability. She dabbed at her tear-streaked face, steeling herself as she addressed the assembled crowd.

“That’s all I needed to say. It’s your decision whether to heed my words or ignore them. Just remember, if the Sanderson family or Harlee decide to strike back, don’t expect me to intervene.”

With a resolute swirl of her cloak, Liliana strode out, flanked by her two staunch bodyguards, leaving a palpable tension in her wake. The ensuing silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts.

It was Liam who finally shattered the quiet, his voice quivering with unease.

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“Evita, Elvin, perhaps we should revisit our strategy?” Liam’s previous bravado had vanished, eroded by the stark reality of Liliana’s warnings. The prospect of Harlee’s vengeance loomed large in his mind, chilling his spine.

Elvin responded with a frown, his tone laced with frustration.

“What’s this, Liam? You’ve spent weeks boasting about how you’d make Harlee warm up to you, and now you’re having second thoughts?”

Originally, Liam had bided his time, hoping to unveil Harlee’s remarkable marksmanship at an opportune moment if the schemes orchestrated by the Juarez family did not faze Harlee.

But Evita’s meticulous plan had seemed so sound that he had thrown this idea behind it.

Now, Liliana’s parting words planted seeds of doubt.

He was the only witness to Harlee’s fearsome capabilities, a fact that haunted him now more than ever.

Desperate not to upset the Juarez family, Liam waved his hands emphatically, quickly explaining, “No, you’ve got it all wrong.

Harlee isn’t the naive country girl you picture. She’s actually quite perilous.”

Elvin, catching the worry flickering across Liam’s features, probed intently, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Liam took a deep breath before he divulged the chilling details he’d kept to himself.

“Harlee can take a life as casually as one might swat away a fly. That’s why I stress that we should tread more cautiously.”

Valentina, worried that Liam’s ominous portrayal might shake the group’s resolve, snapped at him, “That’s totally uncalled for, Mr. .

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