Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095

Chapter 1095:

At least Rhys would stand a chance!”

Running a hand through her hair in frustration, Tonya muttered, “If only I’d mastered organism cultivation from that old man back then… If I had…”

“I can raise mystical organisms,” Harlee interjected calmly.

“What?” Tonya froze, staring at Harlee in shock.

“When did you learn how to do that?”

Harlee’s revelation completely blindsided Tonya. She hadn’t expected Harlee to drop such a bombshell.

“I picked it up while you were chatting with that old man,” Harlee said.

“Is it really so hard? After Rhys vanished, I got bored and tried raising two mythical golden insects. They’re in my room.”

Tonya’s jaw tightened as she exclaimed, “Hard doesn’t even begin to cover it!”

Tonya had always known Harlee was a prodigy, but this was on another level.

Harlee had casually absorbed an advanced skill from a few overheard conversations, while Tonya herself had struggled to keep her mythical golden insects alive for even a week.

Harlee’s sheer brilliance was maddening. It made Tonya want to bite her.

And so, she did.

Grabbing Harlee’s uninjured arm, Tonya gave it a playful nibble, grumbling, “Do you have any idea how annoying your reaction is?”

Harlee blinked, clearly puzzled. She genuinely hadn’t realized insect cultivation was such a challenge.

Tonya sighed.

“Fine, I’ll stop teasing.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“I’ll call Robbie and have him collect the mystical insects from your room. Tomorrow, we’ll try the insects on Rhys!”

“Alright.” For the first time in what felt like forever, a spark of hope lit Harlee’s face. They would make it work. Rhys would survive, and things would finally take a turn for the better.

Harlee encountered Rhys once more when Robbie brought her two mystical golden insects to the villa.

Tonya stared at the enclosed, transparent cage, her excitement palpable. These were the exact insects she’d always dreamed of cultivating! “These are the mystical insects I’ve been after! And this species is even the pure golden ones! Harlee, you’re like a gem to me!”

Harlee playfully pushed Tonya’s face away with a feigned scowl.

“Am I just a treasure to you now? Haven’t I always been?”

Tonya beamed and hugged the cage close.

“Let’s not waste any more time.” Harlee sighed fondly, opening the door.

Harlee’s movements were deliberate, and her expression calm, but Tonya could see the underlying anxiety, nervousness, and worry beneath her composed appearance.

Tonya handed the cage to Robbie and stepped forward to gently grasp Harlee’s hand.

“Trust me.”

Harlee nodded.

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