Chapter 424: Chapter 424

Chapter 424:

The luxurious, top-tier suite of the Goldstone Club, spanning an entire floor, was packed with a variety of entertainments, from shooting ranges to rock climbing walls and high-stakes gambling tables.

At the heart of this opulence, Matteo sat, nursing a glass of fine wine.

His gaze was intense, and his expression seemed to hold a tapestry of deep thoughts.

Upon learning that the Ivory Skeletons had been decimated in under thirty minutes, Matteo swiftly withdrew the assassins deployed at the hotel and sent Clayton with an urgent invitation for Harlee to meet with him.

According to Clayton, Harlee appeared remarkably unfazed by his arrival, her demeanor laced with a subtle scorn—a detail Clayton chose to withhold from his report, wary of stirring further discord. Matteo had already fallen out of favor with Harlee over a past grievance involving Hale, and Clayton was cautious about complicating matters further.

Now, Harlee sat opposite Matteo, reclined on the sofa with a relaxed air, legs crossed, her chin resting thoughtfully on her hand. She occasionally glanced at her phone, tapping her knee rhythmically with slender fingers, her face an unreadable mask. The humility she had previously shown was nowhere to be seen. It seemed her earlier demeanor had been nothing more than a carefully crafted facade, designed specifically for this encounter.

Matteo’s eyes narrowed into slits, a chill sweeping through his gaze as he surveyed Harlee’s imposing aura. She embodied arrogance itself. Initially, she had been the epitome of caution, her eyes darting with a trace of fear that he might turn on her, carefully weaving plans for their partnership. Now, she dismissed him with complete disregard, so confident that she didn’t even bother to bring reinforcements.

Biting back his irritation, Matteo initiated the conversation with a cold edge.

“It seems ages have passed, Quick Cameo. Or is it Miss Sanderson nowadays?”

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Harlee leisurely uncrossed her legs, her deep-set eyes sparkling with mischief and a sharp, evaluating gaze. She replied, measured and direct, “Skip the formalities. We’re not here to waste time.”

Her blunt audacity left Matteo momentarily lost for words, his face flushing a deep shade of red with indignation. In the shadows, Clayton watched silently, his head bowed, careful not to catch the eye of either powerhouse.

Harlee’s daring was unprecedented. In all his years alongside Matteo, Clayton could recall no one who had the gall to challenge Matteo so openly.

In a sudden flurry, Matteo snatched the gun from the table, his finger trembling slightly as he aimed it at Harlee’s head. Unfazed, Harlee’s expression remained indifferent, her calm almost eerie. Seeing her composed demeanor, Matteo’s resolve wavered.

He abruptly swung the gun away and shot at a distant target instead.

“Miss Sanderson, perhaps you’d be interested in a little showdown?” he remarked, a challenging tone in his voice.

With a coy smile, Harlee responded, “I came here to settle matters, not for trivial diversions.”

Matteo’s anger was almost tangible in the air.

“Time’s up,” Harlee muttered casually, barely cracking her eyes open.

“Those dozen top assassins were just a taste of what’s to come.

Be wary next time, especially of your half-brother, Hale.”

Matteo froze, his mind racing, as Clayton leaned in close, his voice a low murmur.

“Sir, we’ve just received word that all those top assassins have been found dead at the base.”

A surge of apprehension washed over Matteo, his features tense.

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