Chapter 417:
As Harlee walked away, Haleâs smile turned affectionate.
He was in no rush, and he was confident they would meet again.
Did she really think he had no other plans? He still had Selma Boyd, the genius girl Harlee had personally trained.
At that moment, Haleâs phone rang.
He answered it, and the voice on the other end was fraught with fear and tension.
âSir, the girl in the secret room was taken away forcibly.â
After saying this, the caller was certain of his impending doom.
Hale held the phone, his face clouded over, his eyes burning with cold fury.
By this time, Harlee and Robbie had already been gone for some time. Nobody dared to move, not even the men in black, lying wounded on the ground. Their silent suffering was a testament to their fear of Hale, afraid that any sound might draw his lethal attention, as it had with the lead assassin.
As Hale listened to the report on the phone, his temper flared, and he furiously hurled the device into a nearby flowerbed.
He looked down at the shattered phone on the ground, his gaze cold and full of anger, madness flashing in his eyes.
No wonder he was drawn to Harlee. No matter what, he wouldnât give up on her easily.
His only reason for detaining Selma was to keep Harlee close to him. With the bargaining chip lost, he would simply find another.
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Turning away from the wreckage of his phone, Hale strode through a narrow door, his somber entourage in tow, their faces devoid of emotion.
The following day, in the Green Groupâs boardroom, as the clock precisely struck ten, a group of executives watched Rhys answer a call. The corners of Rhysâ mouth gradually lifted, astonishing everyone present as their eyes widened. Only moments ago, Rhys had a cold expression as he rejected a proposal, but now his smile was unexpectedly bright.
The strange scene made everyone reconsider their recent mistakes, fearing they might face punishment. Noticing the shift in Rhysâ mood, Patrick sighed in relief.
He had made sure to deliver the phone to Rhys swiftly, knowing how crucial timing could be.
Typically, during meetings, Rhys preferred Patrick to remain close, but todayâs tense atmosphere had led Patrick to switch places with Hamilton. Officially, it was a gesture to restore Hamilton to his rightful position, but in reality, Patrick was trying to avoid any direct fallout from his temperamental superior.
Just as the tension reached a peak, and Patrick braced for Rhysâ wrath, Harleeâs call had come through. Without hesitation, Patrick hurried forward to deliver the phone, risking a reprimand to ensure Rhys received the call.
âMr. Green, a call.â
Initially, when Patrick handed Rhys the phone, Rhysâ brow furrowed in annoyance. Nonetheless, Patrick quickly flipped the phone to show the screen as he handed it over.
The moment Rhys saw the caller ID, his demeanor softened, and a gentle light sparked in his eyes. Patrick was momentarily lost for words. The speed at which Rhysâ expression transformed was astonishing.
Rhysâ voice was soft, a small smile spreading across his face as he heard Harleeâs voice.
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