Chapter 942: Chapter 942

Chapter 942:

Harlee listened silently, maintaining a stoic expression.

Eventually, she purposefully steered the conversation to Wesson.

“The man who has entered several times is your brother Wesson, isn’t he? Margo, you’re surely aware of the real reason for my sudden visit to Gruinia.”

Margo, her composure shattered, turned pale. She tightened her grip on the cup, her knuckles whitening with the strain.

Harlee’s purpose for coming to Gruinia was precisely the reason she had prioritized this meeting.

Earlier, Margo had assumed the main concern was resolved since Harlee had brought up unrelated issues. She hadn’t expected the conversation before to be just a ruse.

Harlee’s eyes drifted to the glass window, suspecting that Wesson might be there. Perhaps he had been watching from the moment she walked in.

Inside the room, Wesson’s heart raced when his eyes locked with Harlee’s.

“Has she spotted me?”

But Wesson quickly dismissed the thought.

“No, that’s impossible. The secrets of this room are safeguarded by the four major families of Gruinia, all of whom have exclusive access.”

Nevertheless, Harlee’s penetrating stare unsettled Wesson.

Even as a fearless man, Wesson now understood why Margo was intimidated by this woman.

“What are you planning to do?” Margo grabbed the fabric of her dress tightly, her voice quivering. She was terrified that Harlee was after her brother’s life, and if so, she was prepared to defend him at all costs.

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But Margo knew that even if she sacrificed herself, her brother wouldn’t be safe if Harlee truly intended to harm him.

Harlee stared at Margo, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“I might spare him, but…”

“But what?” Margo responded, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

“He must cut off one of his hands and publicly apologize to the Mogluylia authorities,” Harlee said, each word deliberate.

Initially, Harlee had considered inflicting even harsher consequences on Wesson, but given the useful information about Anigenia Margo had provided, she was willing to offer a chance for leniency.

Seeing Margo hesitate, Harlee remained patient.

“Take your time to decide.

Give me your answer within three days.” With that, Harlee exited, not giving Margo a chance to react.

Soon after Harlee departed, Wesson emerged from his hiding spot.

“I don’t want to lose my hand. Why must we…” Suddenly, Margo’s hand struck Wesson’s cheek, her slap echoing her deep-seated frustration and disappointment.

“How many times must I warn you not to provoke the Mogluylia police? Why can’t you ever listen?”

Then, Margo collapsed to the floor, defeated.

“Wesson, you have no choice but to cut off your hand…”

Wesson took her hand and looked into her eyes intensely.

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