DreameNovelChapter 1134: Harlee's approach was straightforward. She wouldn't engage unless provoked. Yet, since Liliana had instigated this conflict, Harlee was intent on settling the score, and then some.
Rhys remained silent, puzzled by Harlee's approach. In his view, direct elimination was the simplest response to dislike-why engage in a drawn-out tactical battle? He saw it as an unnecessary complication.
From Rhys' perspective, Liliana wasn't even a match worth considering.
He believed she could be handled with straightforward, direct actions, viewing Harlee's elaborate strategies as overly intricate for such a trivial adversary.
"Whatever brings you joy," Rhys finally said, casually ruffling Harlee's hair before moving past her to lounge on the sofa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWatching him settle so effortlessly, Harlee laughed softly. Was the youthful Rhys always so quick to shift moods? She had been considering ways to uplift his spirits, yet he seemed to have already moved past his foul mood.
A slight smile played on her lips.
As she turned away, a whimsical thought crossed her mind: it would be entertaining to make a man this easy to manage shy.
But then, she was stunned by her own thoughts, her eyes widening in shock.
How could she entertain such thoughts about someone with the mind of a twelve-year-old? Harlee shook her head, dismissing the inappropriate idea, and turned her attention back to the exterior scene. She watched Liliana relish the spotlight, pausing frequently along the red carpet before reaching the end.
Find your next adventure at ga ln σ vlsHarlee then redirected her focus to her laptop, preparing to breach the Grand Oak's security system.
Rhys, seemingly engrossed in his video gon the sofa, covertly watched Harlee. Noticing her at the computer, he craned his neck to get a better view, his reaction sharp when he realized what she was doing. "You know how to hack?" he asked, clearly surprised.
"Yeah," Harlee replied nonchalantly, her attention already returning to her screen.
Harlee's fingers flew over the keyboard, and in no time, her screen went dark. Seconds later, the hotel's surveillance feeds filled her monitor.
Rhys' expression tightened, his hands balling into fists.
Damn it.
He hadn't considered that she possessed hacking skills. If he hadn't stumbled upon this revelation today, she could have easily tracked his movements the moment he began his own schemes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOblivious to Rhys' unsettled state, Harlee was engrossed in the surveillance data, watching the charity auction unfold.
A smile of satisfaction flickered across her face as she saw her plans е unfolding perfectly. "It's tto reel them in," she murmured, ready to make her move.
At that moment, the International Charity Auction was showcasing its eighth item.
A tall, graceful woman emerged, presenting the piece, followed closely by an elderly gentleman with O m salt-and-pepper hair-Musa Brown. Musa, a distinguished authority in traditional craftsmanship, gave a compelling overview of the item, emphasizing its exceptional value as a collectible. The audience buzzed with anticipation.
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