Chapter 128: Chapter 128

Chapter 128:

With that, Harlee headed straight to the second floor, confident that Kane would follow her directive without question.

As for the pythons, Harlee had ensured Etta wouldn’t have a moment’s respite. If Etta collapsed, they were ready with an injection to revive her, and the family doctor was always available to address any medical complications and prevent a fatal outcome.

On the upper floor, Harlee leaned back against her bed, engaged in a phone call.

“Harlee, I am so worn-out. Is there nobody available to replace me in managing the pythons? I can’t handle it anymore!” Ritchie complained.

Harlee shrugged.

“Sure. Just find a suitable replacement yourself.”

With Tonya in Uwhor, Brice handling Matteo’s request, and all members of the Shadow Moon Society busy with their responsibilities, it was clear Ritchie was the only one left unoccupied.

Ritchie reluctantly gave in.

“Let’s focus on the issue at hand. Maurice is trying to pin things on me. The police are on a manhunt.”

“He really adores that no-good son of his,” Harlee said mockingly.

“It would be a waste if we didn’t respond in kind for all his efforts, wouldn’t it?”

“Are you suggesting…?”

Harlee replied calmly, “A beating.”

Just as Ritchie had expected, Harlee was eager to vent some anger.

He thought he was going to avoid prison, but instead of facing charges for his previous theft, he found himself slapped with a fabricated accusation.

Fortunately, Harlee was on the verge of making that baseless charge stick before delivering a counterattack.

“You dared to come here by yourself?” Inside his ward, fury blazed in Shipley’s eyes as he glared at Harlee.

Stopping in her tracks, Harlee flashed a cold smile and lazily said, “I’m here to claim the debt you owe.” Harlee’s stunning, cold allure and her fearless, carefree attitude enveloped her in an almost irresistible charm, drawing others toward her and tempting them to challenge her poised demeanor.

Shipley’s eyes sparkled with interest as he licked his lips and confidently smirked.

“Go ahead. I’m waiting for you in bed.”

Shortly after, the ward was pierced by his screams.

“Tell Maurice to stop the deceitful games, or…” Looking over at Shipley, who was in agony on the bed, Harlee casually placed her hands in her pockets.

“I wouldn’t mind severing all your limbs.”

Through his pain, Shipley scowled at Harlee and said, “Do you know who my father is?”

Harlee calmly responded, “Like I care.”

“Today, you will learn who…” Before Shipley could finish his threat, his vision filled with a swift, long leg that struck his face, sending his teeth scattering.

Harlee’s kick came swiftly, catching Shipley off-guard, as evidenced by the bloody teeth on the bed.

Holding his face, Shipley shouted in disbelief, “You… You hit me!”

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