Chapter 646: Chapter 646

Chapter 646:

Harlee ordered the use of influencers to sway the narrative before ending the conversation.

Harlee leaned against Rhys as he returned with the fruits, waiting expectantly for him to offer her a slice.

“I’m trusting you with the final steps.”

Rhys’ expression softened as he gazed at her.

“I promise, I won’t disappoint my future wife.”

Harlee seemed pleased, her smile growing even sweeter.

“I know. That’s why I’m leaving the final part to you. I could easily eliminate them, but I gave my word to someone not to harm the innocent without reason.”

Harlee spread her hands in mock surrender.

“To truly dismantle the Juarez and Gill families, the public must be aware of their misdeeds and cut off all their unrealistic fantasies…

As an outsider and my so-called backer, you’re in the best position to finalize it.”

Jealousy briefly flickered in Rhys’ eyes at the mention of “someone.” How on earth could “someone” have such a big influence?

Though Rhys felt a bit jealous, he wisely chose not to pursue the matter.

Harlee had more secrets than this, and he didn’t want to antagonize her. Instead, he offered her more fruits, his voice gentle.

“Anyone or anything you despise, I’ll remove from your path.”

Harlee knew he was serious about taking down the Juarez and Gill families, but she wasn’t disturbed in the slightest. If morality hadn’t constrained her, she’d have dealt with them already.

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Her compassion, once abundant, had dwindled. There was a time she might have aided those families, but now, allowing them to survive felt like the greatest mercy she could offer.

Sinking deeper into his embrace, Harlee murmured, “Good thing we’re alike.” Her feelings for Rhys grew stronger with each passing moment.

Rhys studied her delicate features, his emotions mirroring hers.

He smiled faintly.

“That’s why we’re made for each other.”

Elsewhere, Liza, exasperated by Wilton, suddenly recalled the note Lindsay had left. She rummaged through Lindsay’s belongings until she unearthed it in the corner of Lindsay’s nightstand. It contained a string of unfamiliar digits. Remembering Lindsay’s urgent tone, Liza didn’t hesitate to make the call.

The line was busy.

Undeterred, Liza tried again, with the same result. Just as she was about to give up, the image of Lindsay’s pleading eyes spurred her to try once more. This time, the phone was switched off.

Frustrated, Liza slammed the device on the table. She didn’t know who the number belonged to, but Lindsay had made it clear it was her last resort. Now, that hope was out of reach.

Left with no choice, Liza resolved to visit Lindsay in prison.

Meanwhile, Hale, his phone deliberately off, disembarked from a private jet. With his coat draped casually over one shoulder, he exuded nonchalance.

Etta, waiting nearby, approached him briskly.

“Mr. Norris.”

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