Chapter 1248

Chapter 1248:

Another month passed, and Harlee’s strategies had effectively cornered Waylon. On one quiet night, Waylon was alone in his villa abroad. The ground…

The floor was eerily silent, with windows wide open. Waylon sat on the living room sofa, methodically arranging his weapons. His focus remained on the task at hand, ignoring his subordinate who was relaying the latest failed plan from his laptop. After sterilizing the final dagger, Waylon snapped the laptop shut. He stood, daggers in hand, and moved stealthily into the night.

The villa grounds were unusually quiet, the usual delegation of guards and hired assassins eerily absent.

Opening the front door, Waylon spotted a familiar silhouette. A subtle smile appeared on his face as he returned to the living room, turned on the lights, and settled confidently into his chair to make coffee. He placed two cups on the coffee table, sipping from one.

Everything appeared peaceful.

But as he reached to refill his cup, a sudden flash left him holding only broken pieces.

Waylon uttered coolly, tossing the fragments onto the table and reclining in his chair, eyeing the arrivals casually. “Miss Sanderson,

Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs ?n g?l?ovєl?.?o?

was stern as she swiftly threw a hidden weapon

effortlessly, merely

a swift motion, Harlee grabbed Waylon’s shoulder, pulling him from his seat

and speed. He hadn’t expected her to become this skillful in only four

reached for her shoulder, his hand snapping forward with lethal

attack was trivial for

blow to Waylon’s chest sent him staggering, coughing up dark blood as he

take his eyes off Harlee. “How did you

to believe that Harlee had secretly poisoned him

laugh echoed as she kicked Waylon, her disgust clear. “Do you honestly

the sounds of fighting reverberated through the halls. Rhys’ and Harlee’s men clashed with the ones Waylon had secretly

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