NovelUpdateChapter 1576: Rhys leisurely peeled a grape and said, "I heard Barry made a last-minute change to his itinerary. He's landing in Baythorn tonight." Kareem nodded, his expression growing serious.
"Yeah. Barry's opponent has been scheming to take him down. Word has it, he was almost assassinated before he left. The higher-ups wantto ramp up security. Whatever it takes, nothing can go wrong with the leaders during the Golden Summit. We can't afford any slip-ups." Hearing this, Harlee paused for a moment, popped a few of the grapes...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys had peeled a grape into her mouth, then stood up and said calmly, “Kareem, go do what you need to. I'll take care of our parents." "Alright." Kareem gave a brief nod, wasting no tas he hurried upstairs to grab a few crucial documents before heading out.
On her way back from the bathroom, Harlee felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The next second, her eyebrows lifted, and a delighted smile spread across her face. It looked like she had just received the perfect gift.
Her gaze flickered toward Rhys, who was still lounging on the sofa. Biting back a triumphant smile, she schooled her features into something more composed before announcing, "I won our little bet." Rhys stared intently, his eyes downcast to mask the emotions swirling within. He paused before raising his head to ask, "Has the relationship between Tiffany and Clint softened a bit?" "Yes!" Harlee replied, advancing a few steps before bending down to look him in the eyes. Drawing out her words, she added, "I emerged victorious, so you must stop questioning my actions or intervening this time." Seated on the couch, Rhys' lips twitched with a hint of intrigue.
"Are you planning something again?" "It's a secret." With a graceful gesture, Harlee placed her finger to his lips and softly said, "I have plans for tonight. The prize has been awarded. No questions or interruptions are allowed." A slight frown crossed Rhys' face, perfectly capturing his perplexity. Yet, Harlee dismissed him with a nonchalant "See ya," exiting without a backward glance.
Reclining on the sofa, Rhys gazed after Harlee's departing silhouette, his lips curving into a smile.
"Lee had planned this long ago. Fascinating." He knew she would exclude him from her operation somehow, but he hadn't anticipated her involving Clint and Tiffany in a bet to prevent him from interrupting, all for securing that six hundred million reward. What a moneygrubber! Inside the International Grand Hotel, the security level was exceptional today. The hotel was bristling with layers of bodyguards, and not a single uninvited guest could breach its perimeter. Except for select staff, all employees had been given a week's paid leave, and the hotel was closed to visitors.
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Tough bodyguards stood guard at every level, particularly around the presidential suite or the twentieth floor, where vigilant, stern-faced guards were positioned at strategic points.
Harlee stood at the entrance of the hotel, taking in the excessive security with a hint of amusement. She m walked in without hesitation, her dark eyes scanning the scene, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her lips. Barry remained as naively cautious and fear-driven as always!
As Harlee entered, Barry's secretary, who had been awaiting her arrival, hurried over. "Ms. Sanderson, the President has been expecting you. Please follow me."
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