Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041

Chapter 1041:

“Is this a joke or what? You have no money, you idiot!”

“No! I’m rich! I have money! I have offshore accounts—dozens! Just one could set you for life!”

“Is that so?” One of the men smirked, firing a shot into Matteo’s right leg.

“What else are you hiding?”

Harlee watched, stunned.

Her grip tightened on the phone as her expression darkened. She wasn’t satisfied. Matteo hadn’t yet hit rock bottom.

He hadn’t tasted true desperation.

The anguish of losing everything he cherished. This was merely a scratch on the surface. It wasn’t enough—nowhere near enough!

Harlee clenched her fists, set the phone on the bed, and faced Rhys.

“If this continues, how long can he hold on?” Rhys leaned back leisurely, taking her hand while retrieving his phone.

“As long as you desire.”

“I want him to witness everything he holds dear crumble away!”

“That’s simple. I can arrange for someone to fake a rescue.” Noticing her hesitant frown, Rhys brushed her forehead gently, smoothing the creases with his fingertips.

“Relax.

He has no way out.

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His allies are scattered, his resources dismantled, and every potential contact is already under my thumb.”

Harlee turned away uncomfortably.

“Fine. In that case, I’ll leave it to you to handle this, Rhys.”

Rhys tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as he gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“That’s it? A thank-you?”

“What else do you want?” Harlee pulled back with a frosty glare, but Rhys leaned in, his lips curling into a sly smile.

His voice was a low purr, and his eyes lingered on her lips. In a flash, he closed the distance between them and kissed her deeply…

Harlee struggled to resist, but her weak attempts were quickly subdued. Pinned against the headboard, she found herself unable to move.

His chest pressed against hers as the kiss deepened, a raw intensity taking over…

Injured and drained, Harlee lacked the strength to fight back. Resigned, she decided to let the moment pass.

After what felt like forever, Rhys finally broke away, resting his forehead against hers.

His voice was husky and teasing.

“Miss Sanderson, this is how you properly thank someone.”

Whatever warmth had surfaced in Harlee’s gaze disappeared instantly. She wiped her mouth with deliberate disdain and retorted coldly, “Next time, try using mouthwash first.”

Mouthwash? Rhys froze.

Him? Bad breath? Impossible!

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