Chapter 1289: Chapter 1289

Chapter 1289:

Just then, Patrick, having stepped out for a nighttime visit to the restroom, approached them, rubbing his eyes. “Harlee, Rhys, what’s happening here?” Rhys responded, his…

Tone cold, Rhys said, “Patrick, round up our men. It’s time to act.”

“Yes!” Patrick responded alertly.

As the night unfolded with its drama, Tania remained quietly on the sidelines, her expression shifting to concern only when Harlee looked her way.

Rhys gently wrapped an arm around Harlee’s waist as they walked at a leisurely pace. Noel and Robbie trailed behind them while Patrick led a larger group in front. Upon Harlee’s and the others’ arrival, Patrick had already tied three of the Clifford’s henchmen.

Tania, preferring not to relive bad memories, chose not to participate in this mission.

“Harlee, should we kill them all?” Patrick asked as they neared the captives.

Harlee responded with a shake of her head, “No rush. Have them lead us to the Clifford family first.”

Rhys glanced down at her, confusion evident in his eyes. He wondered why Harlee, previously so eager for retribution, was delaying action. While he contemplated this, the three bound men said arrogantly, “Hah! Do you think we’d lead you to Mr. Clifford? Keep dreaming!” They believed the Clifford family controlled everything on the island, rendering their captors insignificant.

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Catching Harlee’s nod, Patrick stepped forward and forcefully crushed the knee of one bound man with his boot.

“Ah!” The bound man’s agonizing screams filled the air, and soon, the three bound men were left crippled, their fear of Patrick palpable.

One of the bound men, notably thinner and quaking with terror, stuttered, “I-I-I’ll take you there.”

Harlee fixed him with a stern look. “If you waste my time, you’ll deeply regret it!”

Standing aside, Rhys raised an eyebrow at Harlee’s intense demeanor and playfully squeezed her waist. He mused why she seemed to relish threatening severe repercussions lately.

With a reassuring pat on his hand, Harlee maintained her cold stare, leaving even Rhys uncertain of her exact plans.

The three bound men trembled, hastening to lead the way, keenly aware of the consequences of further delay.

Harlee followed closely behind.

“Harlee!” An anxious voice called out from behind suddenly.

Harlee turned around to see Dario breathlessly catching up. “Harlee, may I join you?” he asked.

Dario had been hesitatingly trailing the group, initially too apprehensive to draw near, even contemplating retreating before they paused. Yet, he felt compelled to run over. He was driven by a desire for vengeance.

Harlee had planned to have others deal with the Clifford’s henchmen and the Clifford family, but upon seeing Dario’s sincere, perspiring face, she consented. “Alright, you can come.”

“Thank you, Harlee,” Dario said gratefully.

Aware of his limited usefulness, Dario quietly tagged along behind Harlee. The group proceeded at a slow pace.

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