NovelEnglishChapter 1332: Samson's complexion turned pale upon hearing this, his thoughts in disarray.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a mocking smile, Harlee's lips twisted contemptuously, while her gaze remained sharp. "Correct? You desperately wanted Paulina eliminated, yet the Happer family in Baythorn hasn't stirred. Don't you think that indicates your people are just poor actors?" Facing Harlee, whose gaze seemed to penetrate his defenses, Samson's expression turned ghostly. "Still, how did you figure out I would use poison in the private prison?" he asked, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"What else could you have used? You're understaffed, and your assassins lack the skill of mine. Isn't it clear?" Harlee scoffed, dismissing the notion with ease. In truth, she was merely fortunate to have the antidote pills Tonya had developed in her pocket. She had just gotten lucky.
"You..." Samson's pride in his plot, now mocked as trivial, ignited his anger.
Rhys, having grown tired of the spectacle, approached Harlee. He shot Samson a sharp look, silencing him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, disregarding those around him, Rhys rested his chin on Harlee's shoulder, his voice soft as silk. “Darling, are we done here? Let's return to bed." Explore new stories galHarlee felt Rhys' presence on her shoulder and turned to him with a sigh of resignation. He was well aware that the issue wasn't fully settled yet. Rhys gave her a smile, warm and indulgent, like that of an overly spoiled large dog.
Shifting as his smile vanished, Rhys raised his gaze to Samson, his expression turning sharp. "Now, let's have it. Where have you hidden Valentin and his family?" Rhys' intimidating stare alone was enough to instill fear.
When Samson heard this, a sneer almost formed at the edge of his lips. The continuous disdain he faced had brewed a deep bitterness within him. Had he not been stumped by the secrets of the treasure map, he wouldn't have had to lure Harlee into this place, inadvertently landing himself in such a dangerous situation! Samson's gaze shifted to Harlee, slowly filling with desperation. How? How had she effortlessly seen through the schhe had crafted so meticulously? He had always thought that with boundless wealth, he could command loyalty from anyone, but facing a sharp mind like Harlee's, he recognized his own arrogance-he was bound to be outplayed. Yet, he had been plotting for years! From the very start, he knew about Brinley's affair with Carlos. His aim was simply to manipulate the Happer family for his own ends while he kept mistresses elsewhere. He refused to cto terms with the reality! He was just one step away from deciphering the treasure map and becoming Mogluylia's wealthiest man! After overhearing this exchange, Brinley grasped the full extent of her situation. From start to finish, she had been merely a tool in Samson's elaborate plan! She had thought she was the manipulator, oblivious to the fact that her life had always been under Samson's control! "So, were you planning to killas well? Samson, do you even possess a shred of humanity?" Brinley stared at him with fierce accusation. “You had already taken the treasure map from Valentin, so why deceiveinto believing it was still in his possession?" At this, Samson scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Brinley, did you really think you deserved to know the secrets of the Fletcher family's treasure? You unfaithful tramp!"
Brinley stared at him, disbelief etching her features "No, it can't be true You couldn't possibly know."
"Did you think your affair with Carlos was a secret?" Samson reterted, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Dad, what are you talking about? How could my mom be involved with have been sCarlos? Could there h ve misunderstanding?" Jensen, previously unaware, now faced his father, his expression shifting between shock and confusion.
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