NovelEnglishChapter 1508: "Shut up." Harlee looked up, her gaze cold. She picked up two pairs of scissors that Peyton had left behind and glanced at Rhys. A smile danced in her eyes as she asked, “One, two, three, Rhys, which one is your lucky number?" Rhys met her gaze, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes were deep as he replied, "Three." Harlee looked down with a slight lift of her brows and teased, "Aren't you going to join the others outside? Or do you wish to die alongsideas tragic lovers when the explosives are detonated?" Peyton had directed all officers to maintain a distance of three meters for safety. Now, Rhys was the only one who remained by Harlee's side. Patrick had intended to stay as well, but Rhys had swiftly kicked him out.
Rhys pondered the idea with a rising smile.
"Tragic lovers? Not a bad idea!" he said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt the last minute of the countdown, with a grin, Harlee positioned the scissors over the third wire on each bomb.
"However, that's not the ending I'm aiming for." As Harlee finished speaking, the third wires on both bombs were cut simultaneously. With a soft "tick," the low- grade timed bombs cto a stop.
Setting the scissors aside, Harlee gazed up at Rhys languidly and said, "Choosing that lucky number was a wise decision." "Definitely," Rhys responded, his smile broadening.
MORE UPDATES IN GAL C"The fact that I get to marry you proves my luck!" He gently disarmed the bomb from Skyla, his voice low as he said, "Skyla, once this bomb is gone, everything will be fine." Harlee moved with swift precision. Within moments, she had the bomb removed from Tiffany's waist.
Skyla and Tiffany stared at the dismantled bombs, overwhelmed by relief, feeling as though they had just dodged death.
All this while, Skyla had been containing her fear to avoid influencing her daughter. With the threat gone, she allowed her emotions to surface. Tears streamed down her face as she embraced Harlee, her voice shaking.
"Harlee, it's all over now. We're safe..." Tiffany was also frightened but kept a composed facade, though her eyes betrayed her fear. Suddenly, she felt a comforting hand on her back. Before she knew it, Skyla had drawn her into a hug.
Caught off guard initially, Tiffany's face soon lit up with a smile. She reciprocated the gesture, patting Skyla's back and soothingly saying, "Yes, Mrs. Sanderson, we're all fine now." They embraced each other for a moment longer. Harlee then pulled out two pills from her pocket and gently placed one in each of their mouths, her voice tender.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"These should help with your injuries." Skyla and Tiffany took the pills without hesitation.
With a hint of curiosity, Skyla asked, "Harlee, did you and Rhys already know the third wire was safe?" She was skeptical that her daughter had simply acted on Rhys' mention of his favorite number. Rhys' lips curved into a slow smile. He didn't bother hiding anything as he answered, "Yes. Lee had seen it when she removed your coats." Turning, Skyla looked expectantly at Harlee.
Harlee's gaze was intense, her lips curling into a subtle smile.
"I spotted it right away when you entered. It's merely a weak, basion a bomb. That was what gavethe courage to play so boldly with them." Had the bombs gone off, she would have swiftly eliminated Yvonne and Simms before returning to neutralize them.
Peyton stood speechless, and the bomb disposal team was equally taken aback. While these were standard low-grade bombs found on the market they were not as harmless as Harlee had suggested. A detonation could impact an area up to two kilometers away. Yet, she dismantled them so effortlessly, as if it were nothing. Moreover, she knew exactly how to handle the bombs from the first moment she saw them.
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