NovelEnglishChapter 1375 Chapter 1375: "I'll bake smore tomorrow if you like them,” Belinda said, her smile bright yet tinged with worry. "Harlee, I'm concerned about the strain you're under, especially with everything going on with Skyla. Please, take care not to overexert yourself." "I know." Harlee gave Belinda a nod and a comforting smile to alleviate her concerns.
Whenever Harlee and Rhys visited the Greens', the place was always a hive of activity, leading Harlee and Rhys to limit their stays, usually just stopping by for quick meals and discussions.
"I won't keep you any longer." Belinda started to leave but then remembered something and turned back. "By the way, Rhys and Patrick had to leave suddenly. Rhys askedto let you know." Harlee instinctively furrowed her brow. With Jianna in a precarious situation and Rhys having left abruptly with Patrick, the pressure was mounting. She had to expedite her plans to break into the Happer family's surveillance system.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you," Harlee said, forcing a smile while trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
Concerned Belinda couldn't handle the severity of the situation, Harlee and Rhys had decided to downplay things and keep the involvement of the Twilight members discreet, reassuring everyone that they had everything under control.
Your next chapter is here galQuickly finishing a few more cookies, Harlee went back to her laptop to resher scrutiny of the surveillance footage. She sped through the remaining footage in less than an hour. None of the figures captured were of any consequence.
Harlee's expression was cold as she moved her laptop next to her desktop and began a coordinated hack into the Happer family's surveillance system. Knowing that any rash intrusion could alert the Happers, she chose a detailed and slow hacking method. The Happer family's firewall was robust, but she carefully maneuvered past numerous security measures to penetrate their system without detection.
Harlee was fully engrossed, her fingers adeptly navigating the keyboards of both laptops, her gaze fixed with unwavering resolve.
Another knock interrupted her concentration, and an elderly voice said from outside, "Mrs. Harlee Green, Mrs. Belinda Green has prepared ssoup for you and sent it over." "Okay, cin," Harlee responded without shifting her focus from the screens.
The door opened softly, and a maid entered, carefully carrying a bowl of soup toward Harlee. As the maid approached the laptop, Harlee glanced up and instructed, "Please, set it down on the table there." "Yes, Mrs. Harlee Green," the maid replied. Observing Harlee immediately return her attention to her laptop, the maid didn't turn away. Instead, in a sudden move, the maid lifted the lid off the soup and furiously attempted to throw it at Harlee's face, shouting, "You deserve to be scarred!" Caught off guard, Harlee's quick reflexes saved her. She lifted her arm to shield herself, resulting in only her hand and shoulder getting splashed with the steaming soup.
Sounds of the disturbance brought people rushing into the room, who quickly restrained the maid on the floor. Harlee stood, composed, and poured cold water from a nearby glass onto her scalded shoulder and arm, relieving the intense burn with a chilling numbness. She winced, rolling up her sleeve to reveal skin that was now alarmingly red.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Harlee, are you alright? I'll fetch Goodwin..." The Twilight members expressed their shock.
"No need," Harlee spoke in a controlled tone, halting someone poised to exit the room. "Leave one person with me. Everyone else, clear out, and make sure no one knows I'm injured.” "But..." Their eyes lingered on her alarmingly red arm, uncertainty in their expressions.
With a firm nod from Harlee, everyone quickly left the room. They even misled Belinda when she inquired. "Mrs. Belinda Green, what brings you here? Don't worry. It's nothing major. Harlee just needed stasks arranged quickly. It's confidential; better you remain downstairs.” Belinda was convinced to return downstairs.
Harlee then turned her cold stare to the maid, taken aback by her appearance. The maid's face seemed youthful marked by the telltale signs of cosmetic surgery, making her look about Harlee's age, yet her voice was gravelly, reminiscent of an older woman's.
Currently, the maid was restrained on the floor, silent but with eyes full of malice aimed at Harlee.
Harlee calmly retrieved the first-aid kit that had been en brought in and m settled into an armchair. As Harlee began tending to her burns, she commanded, "Shut the door and let her speak."
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