Chapter 792: Chapter 792

Chapter 792:

“Are you aware Harlee has been coming after me?” This was what mattered most to Margo. She was desperate to figure out why Harlee had suddenly turned against her, especially after they had agreed to bury their old conflicts.

Above all, she needed to understand Harlee’s intentions toward her and Wesson. Without this knowledge, peace of mind was impossible.

Hale’s gaze remained fixated on Harlee’s photograph, his adoration morphing into something more obsessive and distorted.

“Harlee has been targeting you?” he asked, a hint of interest creeping into his voice.

Hale pressed his lips to Harlee’s photo, his fixation deepening. Yet, at a single sentence from Margo next, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted, “What did you say? Harlee is mine. She wouldn’t come after you just because of Rhys! You don’t deserve it! And that man is even less deserving!”

With those words, the line went dead with a sharp click.

Margo clenched her fist and tapped her forehead in frustration. She regretted jumping to the conclusion that Hale’s feelings for Harlee had changed. Now, she was left in the dark about how to confront Harlee.

Earlier, when Hale’s voice had trembled slightly, Margo had blurted out perhaps the most regretful words of her life, suggesting that Harlee might target her because of Rhys. She must have been out of her mind to say such a thing to him.

Given Hale’s obsessive devotion to Harlee, it seemed impossible that mere time could change his emotions. Upon reflection, Margo realized that, with Hale’s tendency to be possessive, it didn’t make sense for him to remain calm upon learning that Harlee, his beloved, was set to marry someone else.

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The only plausible explanation was that Hale had secretly made arrangements. If Hale managed to capture Harlee, it would work out well for her.

At the very least, she wouldn’t have to fear Harlee causing any more problems for her.

Suddenly, Margo remembered Jonathan, who had authorized her release. She decided to seek more information from him. Jonathan’s connection with Harlee had always been peculiar. Perhaps he held additional insights.

With this thought, Margo promptly phoned Wesson to express her plan to visit the Interpol office and meet Jonathan.

Wesson responded sharply, “Are you out of your mind? You’ve just been released, and now you want to go back?”

Margo replied with a touch of annoyance, “Don’t push me to the point where I take time out of a crisis to slap you.”

“Fine. I’ll support you, making sure Jonathan doesn’t call you in for another session!”

At the Interpol office, Jonathan was overwhelmed by a stack of case files.

After a moment’s hesitation, he pushed them aside.

By the time Margo arrived, he was reclining in his chair, deep in thought.

With explicit orders from the president of Gruinia and top officials from Mechuique, Margo encountered no opposition from Interpol. They could do nothing but follow her every move.

When Margo reached Jonathan’s office, she didn’t bother to knock but simply pushed the door open. Jonathan, jolted from his reflections by the disruption, was on the verge of snapping when he caught Margo’s look.

His frustration melted away instantly.

Jonathan dropped his arms and pretended to be courteous.

“Well, Ms. Jensen, what brings you to our Interpol office today?”

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