BookToReadChapter 1145: "Did she upset you? Wantto handle her?" Liliana instinctively wanted to agree, but her response shifted as she spoke.
"No need. I can deal with it. Thank you. With you supporting me, I feel completely secure." Harlee was too formidable. Liliana worried that if Waylon met Harlee, everything she had built would crumble. She'd rather face the fear alone than let them meet.
As for Harlee's revenge, with Waylon as her shield, she felt untouchable.
Waylon found her response unexpected. Usually, when she acted like this, she wanted him to act on her behalf. This time, her response caught him off guard.
Which intrigued him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter dealing with Christopher, Waylon was eager to uncover the mysterious allure of Harlee.
He suspected Liliana's secrecy stemmed from fear that Harlee's breathtaking charm would captivate him, shifting his attention away from her.
Waylon checked the time. It was still early, leaving him plenty of moments to be intimate with Liliana.
Just as the atmosphere turned intimate, the doorbell shattered the mood. Once, twice, then thrice-it rang in a calculated rhythm, clearly designed to disrupt them.
A vein throbbed on Waylon's forehead.
"Useless idiots!" The VIP suite was under tight surveillance, and no one could have reached the door without incapacitating the four guards stationed outside.
Waylon's expression darkened.
He grabbed his clothes and hastily put them on, pressing Liliana down.
Discover fresh tales on galnovs"Stay here." "But..." One sharp look from Waylon silenced Liliana. She nodded and sank beneath the covers.
"Understood." There was a twhen Waylon might have reassured Liliana with a gesture, perhaps a gentle pat on the head, but now, his mind focused solely on identifying the intruders.
Waylon yanked the door open, revealing Christopher alongside a masked Rhys.
Behind them, the four guards lay motionless.
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"Dare to have someone capture me? Do you value your life so little?" With that, Christopher punched Waylon again.
Though stunned by the initial hit, Waylon deflected the next strike and pinned Christopher beneath him. Rising to his current stature required more than just ferocity. His quick reflexes had always been his strength.
Allowing Christopher to land even one hit was already unacceptable.
But Waylon underestimated Rhys, the orchestrator of this ambush.
Rhys struck without hesitation, delivering a precise blow to Waylon's wrist.
The pain forced Waylon to release his hold, allowing Christopher to break free. Sharing a glance, Rhys and n Christopher darted in opposite directions, disappearing before Waylon could piece together what had just transpired.
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