Chapter 1134:
Harleeâs approach was straightforward. She wouldnât engage unless provoked. Yet, since Liliana had instigated this conflict, Harlee was intent on settling the score, and then some.
Rhys remained silent, puzzled by Harleeâs approach. In his view, direct elimination was the simplest response to dislikeâwhy engage in a drawn-out tactical battle? He saw it as an unnecessary complication.
From Rhysâ perspective, Liliana wasnât even a match worth considering.
He believed she could be handled with straightforward, direct actions, viewing Harleeâs elaborate strategies as overly intricate for such a trivial adversary.
âWhatever brings you joy,â Rhys finally said, casually ruffling Harleeâs hair before moving past her to lounge on the sofa.
Watching him settle so effortlessly, Harlee laughed softly. Was the youthful Rhys always so quick to shift moods? She had been considering ways to uplift his spirits, yet he seemed to have already moved past his foul mood.
A slight smile played on her lips.
As she turned away, a whimsical thought crossed her mind: it would be entertaining to make a man this easy to manage shy.
But then, she was stunned by her own thoughts, her eyes widening in shock.
How could she entertain such thoughts about someone with the mind of a twelve-year-old?
Harlee shook her head, dismissing the inappropriate idea, and turned her attention back to the exterior scene. She watched Liliana relish the spotlight, pausing frequently along the red carpet before reaching the end.
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Harlee then redirected her focus to her laptop, preparing to breach the Grand Oakâs security system.
Rhys, seemingly engrossed in his video game on the sofa, covertly watched Harlee. Noticing her at the computer, he craned his neck to get a better view, his reaction sharp when he realized what she was doing.
âYou know how to hack?â he asked, clearly surprised.
âYeah,â Harlee replied nonchalantly, her attention already returning to her screen.
Harleeâs fingers flew over the keyboard, and in no time, her screen went dark. Seconds later, the hotelâs surveillance feeds filled her monitor.
Rhysâ expression tightened, his hands balling into fists.
Damn it.
He hadnât considered that she possessed hacking skills. If he hadnât stumbled upon this revelation today, she could have easily tracked his movements the moment he began his own schemes.
Oblivious to Rhysâ unsettled state, Harlee was engrossed in the surveillance data, watching the charity auction unfold.
A smile of satisfaction flickered across her face as she saw her plans unfolding perfectly.
âItâs time to reel them in,â she murmured, ready to make her move.
At that moment, the International Charity Auction was showcasing its eighth item.
A tall, graceful woman emerged, presenting the piece, followed closely by an elderly gentleman with salt-and-pepper hairâMusa Brown. Musa, a distinguished authority in traditional craftsmanship, gave a compelling overview of the item, emphasizing its exceptional value as a collectible.
The audience buzzed with anticipation.
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