Chapter 579:
âSwitch to the backup vests,â Kareem ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.
âIf it comes to it, evacuate this lot immediately. Understood?â
âYes, sir!â Kareemâs right-hand man, who had worked under him for five years, grasped the urgency without needing further clarification and promptly carried out the instructions.
When Kareem shared his plan, Harlee silently took his hand. Their eyes locked briefly, an unspoken understanding passing between them. With a determined nod, Harlee grabbed a pair of pistols and a heavy firearm from Kareem. Under the cover of the unit, she slipped out of the shelter, vanishing into the nearby crowd.
Harleeâs intention was clear: track the man using her honed counter-surveillance abilities. Yet, the target vanished the moment he left the bunker, as though heâd disappeared into thin air.
Harleeâs focus shifted when Liamâs voice caught her attention. Listening to a hushed conversation between three figures nearby, her expression darkened. They called her Harlee Gill? There was no doubt now. These individuals were remnants of Gruiniaâs feared criminal organization.
Crossing her arms, Harlee acted swiftly. The instant the two men in black aimed to end Liamâs life, she drew her weapon and leveled it at their heads. Without hesitation, Harlee snatched Liam from the brink of death.
Dragging Liam into Kareemâs vehicle, Harlee sped toward Bellflower Hospital. She handed the injured Liam to the emergency staff before preparing to leave, her thoughts already on Kareemâs safety.
But the attending doctor stopped Harlee, recognizing her and aware of her connection to Liam.
âMiss Sanderson, Mr. Gillâs condition is critical. I suggest you wait by the operating room.â
Harleeâs brow twitched with irritation.
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âYouâre mistaken. I am not familiar with him. I only intervened out of common decency.
His fate is irrelevant to me.â
The doctor sighed, undeterred.
âMiss Sanderson, Iâve seen you with Mr. Gill before. You shouldnâtâ¦â
Harleeâs glare turned icy as her voice dropped to a cold, cutting tone.
âGo back to your duties unless you want to be unemployed.â
The attending doctor found himself abruptly muted, the words catching in his throat, as his resolve to persuade dissolved into thin air. Within him, a seed of resentment sprouted, unfurling its bitter leaves.
He had only uttered those words out of kindness, yet Harlee not only dismissed his intentions but also countered with a threat.
A flicker of malice shadowed the doctorâs expression momentarily, but awareness of Harleeâs influential identity restrained any direct confrontation. With a heavy sigh, he offered a reluctant apology.
âIâm sorry, Miss Sanderson. I overstepped my bounds.â
Harleeâs gaze upon the doctor was icy, her eyes sharp with unspoken warnings. The doctor sensed an oppressive weight crashing down on him, compelling him to apologize once more.
âIâm really sorry, Miss Sanderson. I truly didnât mean any harm. Itâs just⦠I thought maybe easing the tensions with Mr. .
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