Chapter 305: Chapter 305

Chapter 305:

His many sons were embroiled in bitter disputes, each striving to assert dominance as the new patriarch of their powerful family.”

The Shakica family was not alone in their restlessness…

Rival gangs were also gearing up, eager to seize control. The desire for dominance was palpable among all. The turmoil didn’t stop there. The executives who had maintained alliances with Benedict were fraught with anxiety, dreading that their names might be next on some unseen hit list.

A deep, overwhelming fear rippled rapidly among them.

Amid the chaos, Harlee’s lips twisted into a sly grin.

“It seems Karina has quite the journey ahead of her,” she remarked dryly.

“Karina?” Kareem inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Yes, Karina. The future leader of the Shakica family. Once she assumes control, she’ll support the border troops,” Harlee explained, keeping the details sparse.

After a moment of reflective silence, Kareem exhaled deeply.

“Harlee, what should I say about your actions? You always…”

Before he could finish, Harlee cut in.

“Just praise me, Kareem.” She preferred to avoid extraneous discussions, so she had kept Kareem in the dark about her previous plans.

Seeking to alleviate any concerns Kareem might harbor, Harlee deftly changed the subject to Rhys.

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“By the way, Kareem, Rhys is the one we were discussing earlier.

He’s agreed to collaborate with Karina to bolster the border forces, which should lighten your load going forward.”

“Rhys?” Kareem’s voice, usually a model of composure, now carried an unmistakable edge of irritation.

He clearly harbored a low opinion of Rhys, especially after Rhys refused to marry Harlee.

Just then, the doorbell chimed.

“My friend has arrived. We’ll continue this later,” Harlee said.

Kareem managed to stifle his frustration.

“Alright, I’ll attend to the military issues first. I’ve booked a flight for four-thirty this afternoon.

After you rest, I’ll swing by to pick you up, and we can head back together.”

“Sure!”

Harlee, assuming it was Aldrich at the door, casually slipped on an oversized shirt and made her way to answer it.

But upon opening the door, she was greeted not by Aldrich but by Rhys, dressed in a laid-back sports outfit and holding a food box.

Harlee blinked in surprise, her eyes briefly darting to the box in his hand.

“Come in,” she called out, her voice neutral.

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