Chapter 1691: Chapter 1691

Chapter 1691:

“Mr. Green, about Harlee’s matter…”

Rhys narrowed his eyes, a chilling look sweeping across his face as he shot Patrick a cold glance.

“And?”

“Understood. I’ll make sure there’s no trace.”

Patrick immediately snapped out of it. He grabbed the document and bolted out of the office, the door clicking shut behind him.

Meanwhile, in the living room of the seaside villa, under Harlee’s reassuring presence, Elva was no longer as shaken as before, though uncertainty still flickered in her eyes. She hesitated and then asked, “Harlee, are you sure this won’t affect relations between the two countries?”

Exuding an air of effortless confidence, Harlee crossed her legs and took a leisurely sip of the drink Elva had brought her. A faint smile played on her lips, her voice crisp yet cool.

“It won’t.”

There was something undeniable about strength. When a person was powerful enough, fear ceased to be a factor in their decisions.

Elva scratched the back of her head, still confused, but in the end, she simply nodded. Forget it. As long as Harlee was safe, the details didn’t matter. But as her closest friend, Elva wasn’t one to sit idly by. If there was any way she could help, she would without a second thought.

The very next second, just as Elva opened Mechuique’s largest website, ready to go to battle against the haters, she froze. Every trending topic about Harlee, along with the flood of negative comments, had vanished without a trace.

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Dumbfounded, Elva lifted her gaze to Harlee, who remained as composed as ever. Then, she glanced at Fleming, whose expression suggested he had fully expected this outcome. So, she was the only one who had been needlessly worried?

Meanwhile, Harlee remained utterly unbothered, and Fleming hadn’t shown a sliver of worry.

At this point, Elva couldn’t help but wonder just how formidable Harlee was.

With a soft chuckle, Fleming reached out and affectionately ruffled Elva’s hair.

“It’s alright. I was just as surprised as you when I first learned about Harlee’s strength.”

Harlee lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze narrowing as she nonchalantly tossed the glass in her hand aside. Her voice dripped with playful teasing.

“Fleming, Elva, you two should take your little flirtation outside.”

Elva’s face immediately turned red, her eyes widening at Harlee’s words. Wait a minute… She hadn’t even announced that she and Fleming were already together.

Fleming stood beside Elva, laughing softly as he reached out to gently tousle her hair.

Elva shyly dodged his hand.

A smile spread across Fleming’s face as he withdrew his hand, respecting her wish.

Harlee lifted her eyelids, took a big sip of her drink, smirked, and leaned back against the sofa. Her hair was tied up casually, and her slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, her posture relaxed and carefree. Fleming had a knack for charming girls, certainly more than Clint did.

After a while, Fleming went to the kitchen to wash some fruit. Elva turned to Harlee, looked at her earnestly, and said, somewhat embarrassed, “Harlee, about what I said before about protecting you… Let’s just forget I mentioned it, okay?”

Elva recalled their first meeting when she had boldly promised to protect Harlee. Now, reflecting on that moment, she wished she hadn’t—it was just too embarrassing! Considering Harlee’s personal allure and capabilities, it might take Elva years to match her prowess.

Harlee’s feet swung playfully as she flashed a mischievous smile.

“Really? I kind of like the idea of you always protecting me, especially when I argue with Fleming.”

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