Chapter 1217:

Matteo’s eyebrow lifted in surprise, but he quickly recovered, offering a smile.

“Mr. Salazar is perceptive. Miss Sanderson, you’re exceptionally sharp. You’ve unraveled quite a bit in just a short time.”

Back when Rhys had orchestrated people to arrive, Matteo had already deduced it was a trap. To him, anyone attempting to infiltrate Harlee’s stronghold was either recklessly seeking their death or had been permitted entry by Harlee herself. It was obviously the latter. So, Matteo had decided to play along, feigning compliance while secretly searching for a chance to exploit the situation.

He eventually discovered that chance—his connection to Waylon.

After years of submissiveness, he was now poised to seek his vengeance.

Harlee had no interest in dragging out the discussion.

Her mind was focused on how she could deal with the situation.

“I’m more curious about how you plan to get back at us,” Harlee said plainly.

smart. Surely, you can guess it yourself?” Matteo responded, a

responded coldly, “I can’t

am I supposed to predict

so?” Matteo feigned a troubled expression and asked, “Perhaps we should fight fire with fire then?” His smile carried a mysterious, evil

Matteo closely, aware that he wasn’t going to eliminate

fully exited Mogluylia’s borders yet. Secondly, Matteo was more inclined to torment them gradually than to kill

into the story

been quiet until that moment, spoke

need to

the restroom at such a

him and headed

for a silver fork, poised to strike, but as his gaze met with someone

Waylon was still around, Matteo couldn’t proceed with his

and an air of casualness, Matteo nodded as if

Matteo discreetly signaled one of his men to

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