Chapter 148: Chapter 148

Chapter 148:

Although Kareem was aware of Harlee’s various aliases, his knowledge stemmed only from what he knew about Quick Cameo, her hacking persona.

His confusion was evident.

“What Torres family?” he asked, trying to piece it together.

Could it be the Torres family he knew?

Harlee, sensing Kareem’s intent to figure out the truth on his own, decided to playfully unveil it first. She briefly narrated her recent encounter with Brixton and Liliana at the bar, mentioning her work designing dresses for Zandra as well.

“So, you’re planning to use Brixton to deal with the Juarez family?” Kareem asked.

Harlee smiled slyly.

“Exactly.

But the real question is, can we trust him?”

Kareem paused briefly before letting out a laugh.

“Can we trust him?”

Harlee’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Want to bet on it?”

Noticing her playful glint, Kareem smiled slightly.

“What’s the bet?”

“I want to join the army,” Harlee replied, her voice light but firm.

“Deal!” Kareem said, agreeing without hesitation.

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The earlier calmness in Harlee’s demeanor faded, replaced by astonishment and a broad smile. She eagerly grabbed Kareem’s hand.

“It’s a deal. Once the Juarez family is bankrupt, you’re taking me to the army!”

Seeing the shift in Harlee’s expression, Kareem knew he wouldn’t break his promise. If it made her happy, he would go so far as to bend military rules to promote her to major general.

Harlee just wanted some military training, and if she could have it, why not take the opportunity?

At the Tartarus Club, Harlee had just reached the private room’s door when she heard Brixton’s booming voice.

“Harlee, over here! I’m here!”

Standing next to Brixton was another man.

“This is my close friend, Bruno Hilton,” Brixton said, introducing him.

“Bruno, this is the Miss Sanderson I’ve been talking about!”

“Miss…” Bruno started to say but was quickly cut off by Harlee.

“Just Harlee is fine,” she said, preferring not to dwell on formalities.

Bruno hesitated for a moment, then, with a nod from Brixton, simply said, “Harlee.”

Brixton flashed a grin and moved closer to Harlee.

“How about a game of bridge? You’re not leaving until you’ve lost it all!” Bruno cast a doubtful look at Brixton’s wallet. Somehow, he had a feeling his close friend would be out of cash soon.

Harlee quirked an eyebrow.

“Are we playing for cash?”

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