Chapter 1527: Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527:

Harlee looked up at the sky, her gaze hardening.

“Is that a threat?”

Barry’s tone immediately softened.

“Threaten you? I wouldn’t dare. I’m merely asking for your assistance once again.”

With the election six months away, Barry’s rivals were desperate and would stop at nothing to remove him. For Barry, protecting his life trumped his ego.

“Really, is six hundred million too much for your life?” Harlee’s voice dripped with detachment.

Six hundred million? The phone shook in Barry’s grasp. He had assumed Harlee, now reconnected with the Sanderson family, a wealthy clan, would not be swayed by money.

Unable to contain his frustration, Barry raised his voice significantly.

“Six hundred million? You couldn’t acquire that sum even with a heist! I mean…”

But before he could continue, the line went dead.

Barry stared at his phone, shocked, and after checking, his disbelief grew. She had disconnected the call? She had actually hung up on him, the president?

Fury mounted within Barry. He pondered his next moves for revenge, yet he knew locating that man was crucial. Other than Harlee, only that man could ensure his security. Yet, as thirty minutes ticked by, there was no sign of that man, as if he had vanished.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom of Remson Manor, Rhys read the message from Patrick, arched an eyebrow, and texted back.

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“Tell him I’m not interested!”

Rhys smiled. Why would he steal his beloved wife’s business? After all, he had embraced his life as a stay-at-home husband.

Ten minutes later, Barry regained his composure and called Harlee once more. He recognized the necessity of setting aside his ego. Six hundred million was acceptable. After all, as long as he maintained his presidency, finances were not a concern.

At this point, exiting the bathroom, Rhys noticed Harlee’s phone had been ringing. He strolled over, reclined beside her, and quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re not picking up?”

Harlee snuggled closer, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

“I’m making the client wait a bit. After all, isn’t this how I ensure our livelihood?”

She continued to tease Rhys for a moment longer before casually hitting the answer button, her voice cold.

“Transfer the funds to my account, and I’ll handle everything else.”

On the other end of the line, Barry’s newfound calm was shattered once again as he was met with a prompt disconnect before he could speak. Harlee certainly had a way with negotiations!

That evening, Rhys and Harlee enjoyed their time together, unaware that Barry, exasperated by their antics, had summoned his family doctor.

The following morning, Serena, Thiago, and Alina were gathered in the living room of Remson Manor promptly.

“Harlee.”

The trio rose to greet Harlee as she descended the stairs.

“Have you gathered the details on Barry’s rivals?” Harlee asked, stretching lazily on the couch and stifling a yawn.

Earlier around 5 a.m., Brixton had urgently called about a serious situation in Jusdence, prompting Rhys to arrange immediate travel preparations. This disruption had kept Harlee awake, and she only managed to snatch a brief rest.

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