Chapter 383:
A look of reluctance washed over Skylaâs face as she gazed at Harlee. She reached out, pulling Harlee into a tight embrace.
âTake good care of yourself out there, and hurry back once youâre done, okay?â
Wrapped up in Skylaâs strong embrace, Harlee lifted her head with some effort, her voice soft but clear.
âOkay, I know.â
Casting a glance toward the dining room, Harlee caught sight of her father quietly having his breakfast. The presence of her family made the thought of leaving for work that much harder. She resolved that once she finished Matteoâs task, she would take a proper vacation to really spend some quality time with her parents.
At the stroke of midnight, in a lofty apartment complex in Uwhor, a mysterious silhouette slipped unnoticed into Collinâs dwelling, plunging the entire buildingâs surveillance system into darkness. Within this veil of shadows, slender hands gently lifted Collin from his slumber.
Oblivious and unmoving, Collin remained until the brisk rooftop air stirred him awake. Panic gripped him as he surveyed his surroundings, his heart racing with the belief that he might have sleepwalked here.
On the brink of dashing back downstairs, Collin caught sight of a figure through the haze of his confusion. Squinting into the gloom, he called out, his voice quivering, âHarlee?â
His eyes widened in alarm.
âWhat⦠What do you want from me? Did you drag me up here? Or worse, did you have accomplices kidnap me?â His legs trembled violently, echoing the sheer terror gripping his heart.
Harlee, clad in stealthy nightwear, emerged from the shadows with a chilling demeanor, reminiscent of a specter bent on revenge.
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Her eyes, cold and unyielding, fixed on him as she crossed her arms and sauntered closer, her lips curling into a sinister, mocking grin.
Collinâs face drained of color before flushing red, vivid memories of past beatings flooding his mind. When his eyes met Harleeâs cold, unfeeling gaze, an involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
He stumbled back, his fear palpable.
âStay back!â he hastily said, his voice shaking.
âIâm warning you! Whatever youâre planning, this is illegal! You know that, right?â
Harleeâs lips twisted into a mocking smile, a soft, bitter laugh escaping her. She eyed Collin with disdain and huffed, âIllegal? Iâm surprised you even know what that means.â
Without another word, Harlee drove her foot into Collinâs right knee with brutal force.
He let out a blood-curdling scream as he crumpled to the floor in agony.
Leaning down, she gripped his chin with a chilling calm, her face void of any emotion. In one swift movement, she tightened her hold and dislocated his jaw with a sharp twist. To her, his cries were nothing but an annoyance, a background noise she couldnât be bothered with.
Collinâs scream turned into a garbled mess, his words lost in his agony.
Harlee didnât hesitate. She brought her heel down on his hand, grinding it into the floor. Then, she moved methodically from his stomach, thighs, and face to his chest.
Each step was precise, calculated, a new wave of pain that left Collin gasping for breath. When she stomped down on his knee, the sickening crack of shattered bone filled the air.
Collinâs foot spasmed uncontrollably, slamming into the wall.
Blood smeared across the surface, a dark stain spreading as his cries grew weaker, barely more than a whimper.
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