Chapter 1393: Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393:

“Rhys, since the incident at the Fletcher estate, I’ve grown more cautious.”

“Is that so?” Rhys asked, his brow creasing.

“Absolutely. I sensed our baby’s fright then. From now on, my priority is our safety.”

Were she still on her own, perhaps she’d risk more for quicker success. Now, her focus was on safety and caution.

With a gentle smile, Harlee added, “Moreover, I can’t imagine leaving you to fend for yourself. I plan to stick by your side forever.”

The room’s warm glow highlighted Rhys’ features as he echoed her words, somewhat absently.

“Forever?”

“Wouldn’t you want that too?” Harlee playfully challenged. She knew his heart, yet she yearned to hear his affirmation.

With heartfelt clarity, Rhys said, “Absolutely! I am forever yours!” Harlee beamed up at him, leaning in for a spontaneous kiss.

Then, Rhys agreed in a daze. By the time he came to his senses, Harlee had already picked up her laptop and left. That was settled, then. Rhys sighed. Even if he didn’t agree this time, he would the next time. His deep affection for her left little room for denial.

As the sun set and Harlee wrapped up her online tasks, she set out to delve deeper into Nola’s activities. Robbie had found a small but significant piece of information—Adelina’s release from prison had been orchestrated by the influential Holmes family.

But just two days after Adelina’s release, tragedy struck the Holmes family, wiping out their business presence in Baythorn. Logically, anyone capable of getting Adelina out of prison must come from a powerful background. Even if something were to happen to them, they wouldn’t lose their entire company. Typically, they would sacrifice a few lesser individuals to create the illusion of control.

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Harlee directed Robbie to pursue this angle, and their investigation uncovered an astonishing fact: Baythorn was home to forty seemingly ordinary Holmes families. On the surface, these families appeared trivial, yet their operations hinted at a substantial, hidden power that could vanish at a moment’s notice, leaving no trace.

Harlee grew convinced that these forty entities were interconnected fronts, likely orchestrated by Nola. Determined, she personally visited each company, but every promising lead evaporated just as she neared a breakthrough. More bizarrely, all forty puppet companies were exact replicas of one another.

As dinnertime drew near, Harlee made her way back to the Green family’s house. Not far from the villa, a group of thugs were fighting and causing a commotion, and it appeared they had drawn the attention of the police.

As Harlee passed by, she took a glance at them and noticed something odd. The thugs didn’t look like typical thugs, and the police didn’t quite seem like real officers. Despite being already overwhelmed, Nola still managed to find time to have people keep an eye on Harlee. Her persistence was frustratingly impressive.

Disinclined to enter the villa directly, Harlee instructed her driver to stop near Franco, who was on guard. She told him, “People are watching us about five hundred meters away from the villa. Warn Cillian’s team to stay alert.”

“Should we confront them, Harlee?” Franco asked with concern.

After a moment’s consideration, Harlee decided against direct action.

“No, removing them will only lead Nola to send others. Let’s keep pretending we’re unaware, stay one step ahead, and observe them instead.”

Dealing with the watchers could wait until she had resolved the mystery of the forty puppet companies.

“Yes!” Franco nodded firmly and passed along her orders.

“Push through these next few days. Once we’re clear, everyone gets a half-month off!” Harlee raised her voice and called out to the group that Franco had gathered.

“Thank you, Harlee!” A cheer erupted from the group, grateful for the promise of rest.

Satisfied, Harlee headed toward the main house, her mind still focused on the tasks ahead.

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