Chapter 1177:
âI heard someoneâs offering a fortune to see you dead. I wanted to know which fool dared to try,â Jonathan replied casually.
Meanwhile, on the other end, Rhys stared at his blank screen, emotions swirlingâanger, jealousy, frustration. Jonathan? The name gnawed at him. Why had Harlee ended the call when Jonathan arrived? And why was Robbie so eager to see Jonathan? What was their relationship?
Rhysâ fists tightened in silent anger.
His amnesia felt more suffocating than ever.
Beyond the few faces Harlee had shown him, the rest of the world remained a blank slate.
His expression grew stormy, yet he remained rooted in place, simmering with envy and frustration.
Back in the room, Harlee remained composed.
âThey mustâve paid quite a sum for that bounty. Itâs impressive that the news reached you.â
Jonathan frowned, exasperated by her indifference.
Her detached attitude was maddening. It was like nothing in the world could get to her.
âAre you trying to get yourself killed? Theyâre after you, and all you care about is how much money theyâve spent?â Jonathan barked, frustration clear in his voice.
Harlee disregarded his outburst and asked, âIsnât your job with Interpol keeping you occupied?â
Jonathan felt as if heâd been blindsided.
âI came all this way for you, and this is how you respond? At least show some concern for me.â
Harlee glanced at him before pulling out her phone.
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âFrom what the Shadow Moon Society reports, youâre doing just fine. Nothing that demands my attention.â
Robbie returned with two glasses of water, placed them on the table, and left to get some coffee for himself.
âWow, you really donât hold back, do you?â Jonathan muttered. Watching Harlee casually sift through the Shadow Moon Societyâs intel, Jonathan was torn. Should he be flattered that she was keeping tabs on him, or irritated that she had people watching his every move?
âIs there something I should be cautious about?â Harlee asked with a slight smile.
Jonathan was left speechless.
He shouldnât have tried to act so profoundlyâit only left him more frustrated!
âBut youâre here at just the right moment. I do need your help with something,â Harlee said without hesitation.
âTake the S+ bounty off the list. Iâm done wasting time on these low-level scum.â
Jonathan stared at her and then sighed.
âCome on, Iâm the head of Interpol, not some miracle worker.
Asking me to remove an S+ bounty? Thatâs a bit much, donât you think?â
Harlee snorted. Jonathan was certainly good at pretending. She reclined, pulling up a file with ease.
Her eyes, cool and dispassionate, met Jonathanâs.
âDecember 15, 2023âJonathan and Waylon Salazarâ¦â
âAlright, alright, enough!â Jonathan hastily said, dropping his pretense.
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