Chapter 1214: Chapter 1214

Chapter 1214:

The Green family and the elusive leader of the Sovereign of the Underworld. Rhys controlled a sprawling intelligence network spanning over a dozen countries. The Sovereign of the Underworld had the sharpest insight into the situation and wouldn’t fall for such an obvious charade.

“No, they won’t,” Rhys replied, his tone resolute.

Harlee’s lips pressed into a thin line as her deep, searching eyes locked onto Rhys’.

Her grip tightened subtly, but before she could say anything, he continued, “But what does it matter? If it’s something Harlee has set her heart on, I’ll move heaven and earth to make it a reality.”

A radiant smile bloomed across Harlee’s face, lighting up her features.

At that moment, she knew that no matter how narrow or perilous the path before her, Rhys would walk it by her side without a second thought.

Waylon’s expression couldn’t help but darken.

Had it been just Harlee, he might have acted without hesitation.

But with the leader of Sovereign of the Underworld in the mix, he had much more to worry about.

After a tense silence, Waylon finally broke the stalemate.

“Miss Sanderson, Mr. Green, are you truly unwilling to aid me against the Rovania government?”

“That’s correct. My allegiance lies solely with Mogluylia,” Harlee replied decisively.

“Then it seems we have nothing left to discuss.

However, before you leave, I have a little parting gift for you.” As soon as the words left Waylon’s mouth, the massive doors behind him swung open. Through the heavy silence, a familiar figure stepped into the room.

The moment the light fell on the newcomer, Harlee’s gaze snapped upward. In that fleeting second, a cocktail of shock, rage, and fear danced across her features. It was none other than Matteo.

He had secretly conspired with Waylon right under Harlee’s nose, and she hadn’t seen it coming.

Matteo moved forward, stopping by Waylon’s side, and bowed with quiet respect.

“Mr. Salazar, your plane is ready. I’ll take care of everything here.”

“Good,” Waylon replied, his voice cold and detached as he stood to leave.

But after a few steps, he paused, turning back to face Harlee.

“Miss Sanderson, did you like my gift? I do hope that one day you will share your thoughts on receiving it.”

After saying this, Waylon straightened his jacket, pushed open a small door in the living room, and exited with a swagger that spoke of unshakable confidence.

Harlee’s pupils widened dramatically, doubling in size. She never imagined that what she had uncovered was just the surface of Waylon’s true nature. The depths of his character were unfathomable. She even started to suspect that the death of Liliana’s ex-husband, Gregory, was part of an elaborate scheme designed to draw Liliana in and ensnare her.

As for Rhys…

He had simply been unintentionally caught up in it all because of her.

Throughout the quiet night, Remson Manor remained brightly illuminated. Inside, the team of Harlee and Rhys assembled in the living room, exchanging anxious looks.

Breaking the tense silence, Christopher suggested, “We should force our way in.”

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