FreeGoodNovelChapter 1200: "Understood, I'll handle it with care." Christopher gazed at Harlee's and Rhys' pale, nearly lifeless forms before shifting his gaze to the enemies. The nerve of these assassins going after Rhys and Harlee! They were courting their own death.
To avoid further complications, Tonya opted for a hidden route down the mountain, navigating the rugged and thorny terrain. She ensured Rhys and Harlee were well-guarded throughout their descent.
They finally reached the base of the mountain, and that was when Harlee cto. Upon opening her eyes, her look was one of panic and concern, which only subsided when she locked eyes with Tonya. They had survived.
"Where's Rhys?" Harlee asked quietly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"He's in the vehicle behind us," Tonya answered.
"We split up because we were unsure if Christopher could manage on his own. Robbie's speeding toward Remson Manor as we speak." Relieved by the update, Harlee closed her eyes to rest. The ordeal had left her utterly depleted, and her body was at its limit.
Eventually, both groups safely arrived at Remson Manor, though Rhys was still out cold.
Harlee held Rhys' hand, constantly checking his temperature to ensure his condition was due to exhaustion and not any injury.
Even in his unconscious state, Rhys seemed to react to the cold touch of Harlee's hand, his brow furrowing slightly in discomfort.
Eventually, Rhys began to stir, waking to find himself alone in the room. Where was Harlee? Rhys bolted upright, the room spinning around him.
Every story starts at gvlnov☐☐☐☐om He staggered to the door, grasping the handle tightly, and made his way downstairs.
In the living room, Harlee was intensely focused, orchestrating a cyberattack on Waylon from her laptop. This had originally been saved for the later part of her plan, but because Waylon lost his composure and had the audacity to make a move at the last moment, she was fully prepared to repay him with a "gift" of her own. Harlee swiftly disabled the entire Salazar family's network and leaked Waylon's secrets to the international community.
As she awaited the fallout, she heard stumbling sounds behind her.
Turning, Harlee saw Rhys, his face ghostly white and etched with pain as he struggled toward her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Are you alright?" he asked.
Harlee quickly set her laptop aside and rushed over to assist Rhys in sitting down on the sofa. Seeing that he was only slightly weak but otherwise unharmed brought her a sense of relief.
However, her relief quickly turned into anger. She sat next to him, her expression stern.
"Couldn't you have just called? Rhys, do you really expectto commend risking your life you for dangerously riskin to forge a path for us?" Harlee was furious.
Rhys looked up at her, noticing the tears in her eyes. It seemed she had It seemed been crying while he was unconscious. He reached out to gently touch her face.
But Harlee briskly swept his hand aside.
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