NovelEnglishChapter 1465: Casper was completely at their mercy, like a trapped animal-helpless and exposed. He longed to order the assassins hidden around the room to take action and eliminate Harlee and Rhys, but he bit his tongue. He wasn't ready to make that move yet. He was waiting for the perfect moment.
Having endured such brutal injuries, Casper had learned the hard way. He understood that with Rhys' and Harlee's skills, the assassins alone wouldn't be enough to defeat them. So, he devised a plan-he would sacrifice himself. The instant Rhys and Harlee grew complacent, he would give the order to strike, catching them off guard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, a strange laugh broke the silence, ringing out in the tense room.
Wesson, holding a glass of wine, raised his eyes just enough to glance at Harlee. His expression shifted to one of subtle respect as he lowered his gaze, trying to maintain his composure.
"Harlee, my apologies. I just thought of something amusing, so..." Wesson's tone was genuinely apologetic, as he feared that even the smallest misstep could ignite Harlee's wrath. In truth, he had chuckled only because he had cup with something amusing. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't have dared act this way in front of Harlee. He couldn't risk making her upset, after all. Everyone else in the room exchanged uneasy glances. What was going on? Wesson, of all people, had becso respectful toward Rhys' wife. Something about her presence, her power, was becoming increasingly apparent. They couldn't help but wonder who she truly was beneath that composed exterior. They were certain that once they learned her true identity, they'd avoid crossing her at all costs.
Harlee, who had noticed Wesson the moment she entered but hadn't given him much thought, suddenly grabbed an empty wine bottle and threw it directly at him.
Discover more on galηovs"I don't like being interrupted while I'm working." Wesson didn't flinch. Instead, he stood up, bowed deeply, and replied, "I understand, Harlee." Losing face was nothing compared to what could happen if she truly got upset. He had no intention of trembling at the thought of her for the rest of his life.
The others in the room watched in stunned silence. If even Wesson, known for his arrogance, respected her like this, what did that say about her? Everyone knew they'd better show her the srespect.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarlee calmly removed her foot from Casper's chest. His fury reignited, and he attempted to charge at her, but before he could even get halfway toward her, she kicked him away effortlessly. She kicked him again, this twith enough force to send a shockwave through the room.
It wasn't just Casper who felt the blow-everyone in the room seemed to flinch, as if those kicks had struck their very souls. Violence like that? One would have to be insane to cross her.
Casper, now barely holding on to his sanity, commanded his hidden assassins in the corner with a trembling voice, "Kill them! Kill them all!" Casper's hair was matted with blood, and he now resembled a desperate beggar-disheveled and twisted with rage. His face was contorted in a way that made him look even more terrifying. But the gunshots he had expected never came. The room was eerily still, and he tried desperately to lift his head, only to see that the...
The assassins Casper had hidden in the shadows now lay motionlession lay the floor A cold fear gripped his heart.
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Harlee didn't even spare Casper a glance. She turned instead to Rhys, gently pulling him down to sit beside her on the sofa. Without a word, she leaned comfortably against him, settling into his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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