NovelEnglishChapter 1212: "So, what's your next move?" Harlee asked.
Hearing this, Waylon looked her in the eye and smiled.
"Miss Sanderson, do you think I'm foolish enough to reveal my escape plan? You have a saying in Mogluylia: loose lips sink ships, so don't waste your efforts. You'll never know my plan.” "Don't forget where you are. This is Mogluylia. If you attempt anything against us, don't expect to walk away without consequences!" Harlee said resolutely.
"You've managed to ensnare us within your trap. I admit I hadn't seen that coming, but don't think you can harm us... You're not that powerful in Mogluylia." Waylon regarded her with a newfound respect.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis tone grew calmer.
"I'm not inclined to harm you just yet. The gisn't over, so I won't eliminate you anytsoon." "Waylon, you are truly contemptible!" Harlee retorted sharply.
"I have easily siphoned the three billion from your account.
Do you really think I don't have a contingency plan?" Waylon suppressed his emotions, lifting his gaze to meet Harlee's. The air between them grew heavy as the most intense moment of the night approached.
Waylon said slowly, "Miss Sanderson, you are right. If I were to kill you and Mr. Green, I might not make it out of here alive. Therefore, I won't kill you.
But as for the backup plan that you mentioned..." A cruel laugh bubbled up from deep within Waylon.
gvlhas the stories you love "To siphon thirty billion from my account without leaving a trace? I must admit, I admire your skill.
But with your abilities, how could I possibly allow you to have a backup plan?" Waylon wasn't a true Salazar by blood, but merely a stray child Marisa had taken in out of pity. Someone like him, who was nothing more than a rat that crawled out of the gutter, would never give his enemies a chance to strike back.
Rhys tugged at Harlee's sleeve and whispered, "We have been tricked. Waylon set this trap based on our own plan. Our original escape routes are worthless now." His brow furrowed as the realization sank in.
Getting out of this layered trap alive seemed like an impossible task.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I was only trying to provoke him to get more information," Harlee murmured, realizing they had reached a deadlock.
Her words had been an attempt to pry out more details.
She squeezed Rhys' palm playfully, her tone light despite the tension.
"Rhys, we might not make it out today.
Are you scared?"
"Not in the slightest, as long as we are together," Rhys replied earnestly, his gaze soft and reminiscent of the one he wore before losing his memory. For a moment, Harlee was taken aback by the depth of his expression.
Though Waylon couldn't hear their whispered exchange, he could read e the expressions on their faces.
He said, "Honestly, the Salazar family's legacy is vast. If you helpIf you pull this off, I can ensure the eternal glory of the Green family and the Sanderson family." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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