Chapter 415:
âFine, if you wonât help, Iâll take care of it myself.
How should I handle that man? Maybe strip his flesh or crush his bones and use them for a project?â
Matteoâs brow furrowed deeply, his face turning stormy at Haleâs dark thoughts.
Just then, a servant rushed in to report that a car had forcefully entered the estate, with a woman and a man stepping out armed with heavy guns, firing at anyone in their path.
A twisted smile spread across Haleâs face.
âSo, Harlee cameâ¦â His eyes sparkled with joy as he turned to Matteo.
âSee? You were wrong. She still cares about me!â Hale affectionately stroked a photo of Harlee on his desk and then stood abruptly, hurrying outside as if fearing heâd miss her if he was too slow.
In the study, Matteoâs expression grew colder.
Harlee knew the western estate was his territory, yet she still dared to break in, clearly showing no respect for him.
Matteo narrowed his eyes, a dangerous look in them as if a storm was brewing and he was planning something big.
Silently, he left the estate.
In the garden, a rush of assassins surrounded Harlee and Robbie in an instant.
Harlee stood poised in the center, her eyebrows slightly arched, her eyes sparkling with a hint of danger.
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The assassins aimed their weapons at Harlee and Robbie, yet their bullets missed, failing even to touch Harlee and Robbieâs clothing. Instead, they were knocked to the ground by the relentless fire from Harleeâs machine gun.
The lead assassin watched, his expression hardening, his eyes narrowing as he observed Harleeâs agility.
Her skills were exceptional.
Even if Hale himself had been present, he might have struggled to overpower her, let alone his underlings.
Without giving the assassins a moment to regroup or strategize, Harleeâs machine gun roared again, splattering the once lush greenery with stark red. She narrowed her eyes slightly and yelled casually, âArenât you coming out yet?â
Just after her call, a discreet door in the garden swung open, and two men dressed in black stepped out first, clearly experienced in combat.
Following them, Hale slowly made his appearance, walking toward Harlee.
His eyes were filled with irritation at his subordinates.
How could they dare to attack her? He glanced sharply at the subordinates sprawled in various positions, their bodies lying in pools of blood, thinking they were nothing but eyesores.
The lead assassin retreated to a position near Hale, speaking respectfully, âSir, the firepower of this womanâs machine gun is overwhelming. Weâ¦â
âSilence,â Hale interjected, his stare icy, warning off any further explanation.
The lead assassin was immediately silenced, his words caught in his throat.
Hale abruptly smiled, his eyes dark with murderous intent.
He raised his hand, and the man in black beside him quickly handed him a gun.
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