Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Chapter 132:

Harlee, who had been sitting with her eyes closed, finally opened her eyes.

“Drop the act,” she said, pointing at Brenton at the door.

“Millard may not be here, but the person I’ve been waiting for has arrived.”

Harlee moved toward Brenton.

“Thanks for coming, Brenton.”

At that moment, Harlee spotted the figure behind Brenton, someone she recognized from Matteo’s gathering.

Before she could address him, Kareem introduced himself, saying, “Hi there, I’m Kareem, your second brother.”

A twitch appeared in Harlee’s eye.

Her second brother was a high-ranking military official.

Did this put her clandestine hacker activities at risk?

Ritchie was visibly shocked. The gold stars adorning Kareem’s uniform indicated his rank as a major general or higher.

Harlee’s family background was evidently remarkable.

Harlee’s audacity made sense now. She was confident in her safety. Ritchie thought to himself that he would have taken even bigger risks were he in her position.

Harlee was at a loss for words. Unaware that her second brother held the rank of a major general, she would have behaved differently had she known. It was time to adapt and act prudently.

Thus, she gently called out, “Kareem.” Brenton’s face tightened with jealousy.

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“And what about me? Have you really forgotten me?”

Without hesitation, Harlee responded to Brenton with a charming tone, setting aside her typically reserved nature. Ritchie was thoroughly impressed.

By endearing herself with both Kareem and Brenton from the start, she ensured any future reprimands would be mitigated.

The police officers lurking in the background were visibly shaken. They had not anticipated the formidable nature of Harlee’s connections, sensing their careers in law enforcement might be drawing to a close.

Kareem said, “Let’s head home.”

“Alright.”

As they entered the hall, Maurice’s piercing voice filled the air. Ritchie settled into an empty chair, casually crossing his legs.

He was determined to savor the spectacle Harlee had masterminded.

“So, you’re asking for proof, huh? Well, I’ve got loads of it!” Maurice confidently shrugged off the police officer’s grip and pulled out his phone with a flourish.

Yet, Maurice couldn’t find what he had saved earlier.

He sifted through his album and still found nothing.

How could this be? The video he had securely stored was mysteriously missing.

He thought of the backups and the records and delved into them. Still, he found nothing.

The footage seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

Harlee quirked an eyebrow.

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