Chapter 283: Chapter 283

Chapter 283:

His goal was to take advantage of the situation when Benedict and others clashed.

Catching the fleeting anxiety in Rhys’ eyes, Merritt suggested, “How about I go check on Hamilton while Patrick keeps you company in the casino?”

Rhys simply waved him off, pulling a ticket from his pocket and proceeding to the ticket check.

As Merritt climbed into the car, he dialed Patrick Ellis, his colleague, urging him to come over quickly.

Unlike Harlee, Rhys was immediately escorted to a private VIP room on the second floor upon presenting his ticket.

Each VIP room included a personal hostess to serve the guests. Rhys reclined on the sofa, his fingers barely touching his drink when Patrick arrived at the VIP room door.

Patrick adjusted his clothes and signaled for the hostess to leave. The VIP room provided both privacy and an excellent view. The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows were crafted from premium glass. Those inside could clearly observe everything below, while those outside saw only a reflective glass barrier.

“Mr. Green.” Patrick positioned himself respectfully off to the side. Rhys finished his drink in one gulp, motioning for Patrick to pour another.

As Patrick refilled the glass, a sound came from outside the door, prompting Patrick to flash a sinister grin.

Rhys glanced up, his smile tinged with scorn.

“No rush.” Patrick knelt next to Rhys.

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“What’s the situation?” Rhys asked.

Patrick recounted his observations from his journey.

“Preliminary counts suggest there are around thirty to forty bodyguards, all armed.”

“Benedict is quite afraid of death, isn’t he?” A cold smile appeared on Rhys’ lips.

“Mr. Green, our lineup includes ten experts in traditional martial arts, sixteen former soldiers, and three snipers, all strategically positioned. These preparations were made by Merritt before he departed.

He wouldn’t be at ease unless guards were there for your safety.”

Rhys took another sip of his drink, exuding a cold vibe.

His face was unreadable, his tone cold.

“Send them away. Tonight’s not the time for any moves.”

“Understood.” Patrick immediately signaled to the team and then stood respectfully beside Rhys.

On the first floor of the exhibition hall, Harlee wandered aimlessly, pausing occasionally.

As she moved, she swiftly memorized the layout of the hall, Benedict’s location, and his hidden identity.

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