Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293:

“Don’t come any closer…” Herman recoiled in fear, bumping into his father as he scrambled backward. In his panic, he yelled, “What are you all doing out here? Get back inside!”

Denver Clifford, Herman’s father, let out a heavy sigh, saying, “Herman, we can’t win against them. Have you forgotten who Tonya is?”

Ophelia Clifford, Herman’s mother, added, “I knew we’d face this day when you took over this island. Herman, join me in kneeling and asking for mercy.”

Filled with bitterness, Herman retorted, “Leave me alone, you losers!”

“Enough!” Harlee had no interest in their family drama. Holding a gun in one hand, she turned her cold gaze on Herman and said, “Tell me everything you know about Tonya, every last detail!”

Herman glanced around nervously, realizing why they hadn’t simply shot him. They needed information about Tonya. He suddenly grew arrogant. “Ha-ha, you want to know about Tonya, do you? Fine, but it’ll cost you a hundred million and a safe passage out of here, then I’ll spill everything… Ah!”

His taunt was cut short as Harlee’s boot connected with his chest, pinning him to the floor. He spat blood and gasped for air, crushed under her force.

“Still not talking?” Harlee cast a cold glance at her men and raised her hand. Without hesitation, Robbie handed her a whip.

The whip cracked through the air, striking the Clifford family members and drawing cries of pain from every direction.

“I’ll speak! I’ll tell you everything…” the other members of the Clifford family began to plead, desperate to avoid another strike.

Herman tried to maintain control as he said, “Who dares to speak? I… Ah!” His arrogance was quickly quashed as the whip slashed across his face, sending him tumbling across the floor, bleeding.

“Will you talk now or not?” Harlee’s glare was fierce, her hand tight on the whip, ready for his response.

“Heh, I look down on you…” Herman spat.

Harlee delivered another fierce strike to Herman’s leg. She struck with increasing force, as if trying to break his resolve, and asked, “Will you speak now?”

Seeing her intensity, Rhys took the whip from her grasp and delivered a sharp lash to Herman.

The strike hit Herman’s groin, making him lose his composure completely. Already shaken by a near miss from a bullet, the pain from the whip made him break down, and he wet himself. Overwhelmed, he was unable to speak.

“Hand it over.” Harlee reached for the whip, her gaze fierce with unrestrained fury. She was determined to uncover the truth about Tonya, and no one could deter her.

Rhys touched her back soothingly, murmuring, “I understand, Lee. Calm down.”

Since Tonya’s demise, Harlee had experienced a resurgence in her depression, often losing emotional control in ways she hadn’t during previous episodes with Rhys’ absence—episodes she didn’t even recall having. Only Rhys was aware of these struggles.

When Noel saw the change in Harlee, he was startled. As he moved to intervene, Rhys interjected, “She’s unaware of it.”

Noel grasped the full extent of the situation. His face mirrored shock, sorrow, and frustration, but he felt helpless. What could he do without Rhys’ approval? He was powerless to help Harlee recover. Above all, he felt a profound sadness. What had Harlee endured this time?

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