Chapter 297: Chapter 297

Chapter 297:

“Okay,” Rhys interjected before she could finish.

Harlee frowned and asked, “Is ‘okay’ all you ever say to me?”

“As long as it’s what you want, and it’s good for you.”

He let his eyes linger on Harlee for a moment before quickly looking away.

He knew moving too fast might scare her.

Rhys directly changed the subject.

“When do you plan to make your move?”

“Let’s wait until she succeeds.” After a few moments of silence, Harlee watched Benedict leave, a smile forming on her lips.

“Look, it’s almost time.”

Aldrich received the signal and left before Harlee did.

Harlee glanced upward and gestured toward Fritz, who was eagerly watching, clueless about what was coming his way.

“Keep an eye on him for me, will you? Thanks.”

Rhys aimed to follow Harlee but hesitated, realizing he wasn’t part of her plan just yet.

“Patrick,” he called out.

Patrick swiftly stepped up behind him, bowing respectfully.

“Yes?”

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“Make sure nothing happens to that guy. If things go south, get him out of here right away,” Rhys instructed.

“And as for you…” Rhys’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing a dark warning.

“Understood,” Patrick replied, not daring to say more.

He moved closer, positioning himself right beside Fritz.

Meanwhile, in a hidden room tucked away on the first floor, Benedict lay on a plush bed with his eyes closed. Suddenly, the lights began to flicker nonstop, shadows darting across the room. Then, with a loud “bang,” everything went dark.

Benedict stood up, groping his way toward the door.

Hearing the click of high heels approaching, his eyes narrowed, a chill running down his spine.

His face clouded over as he said, “Who’s there? Who dares to mess with me?”

Benedict pulled the gun from his waistband, cautiously moving toward the footsteps. Karina’s seductive voice broke the silence as she switched on her phone’s flashlight.

“Mr. Shakica, it’s just me,” she said.

Benedict’s tense shoulders relaxed.

He reclined back onto the soft bed, asking in a low voice, “What’s happening out there? Why did the lights go out?”

“Someone tried to sneak into the event and stir up trouble. We’ve sent people to deal with it, and we’re calming everyone down.” Karina thoughtfully directed the light beside him, careful not to shine it in his eyes.

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