Chapter 114: Chapter 114

Chapter 114:

Diaz has been waiting for a while.”

Jonah then led her to the private room.

As Harlee walked in, she heard Ritchie’s voice complaining.

“Harlee, are you trying to kill me? Who works in the middle of the night like this? You might not need sleep, but I’m a young man who does.”

Harlee sneered, “Oh, just came from the bar, didn’t you?”

Ritchie was instantly at a loss for words. Not only had he just left the bar, but he had also been at the gambling table just before.

Harlee’s sharp perception was evident; she missed nothing.

“Well, I encountered someone asking about you on my way here,” Ritchie said, preempting any questions she might have had.

“I checked with the staff, and he mentioned someone associated with the Sampson family named Lindsay.”

Lindsay? It had been ages since Harlee last heard that name. She had almost forgotten their long-standing feud. Memories surfaced—the time Lindsay had locked her in a morgue.

“Feed her false information and accept her offer to deal with me,” Harlee instructed calmly.

Before Ritchie could probe further, an unexpected visitor appeared at the door.

“Well, who do we have here? Isn’t this Ritchie, who escaped overseas not so long ago? Which wealthy benefactor did you find to sneak into the Tartarus Club?” a taunting voice rang out.

Harlee turned her gaze toward the door and spotted a young man in his early twenties, his face adorned with an arrogant smile.

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He was flanked by two women, both dressed to impress.

“Shipley,” Ritchie growled, scowling.

Shipley Diaz gave a slight nod before stepping inside.

“I thought you’d forgotten your own brother, given how busy you must be.”

Harlee’s expression turned cold as she fixed her glare on Shipley.

“Leave.”

Shipley smirked, undeterred.

“Oh? And who is this beauty? Ritchie, you slink back into town without so much as a word, and now you don’t even introduce such a stunning woman to me?”

Ritchie’s frown deepened.

“Leave, or I’ll throw you out.” He knew Harlee disliked interruptions, especially when they were in the middle of something important.

Shipley maintained his smug demeanor.

“Still the same, Ritchie—nothing but empty threats.

How about a bet? If I win, she’s mine. If I lose… well, that’s not going to happen.”

“You…” Ritchie began, his tone seething.

“I’ll take that bet,” Harlee interrupted coolly.

Her icy gaze never wavered as she spoke.

“If you lose, you’ll cut off an arm.”

“How about that?” Harlee said flatly.

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