MainNovelChapter 1595: From across the room, Kareem lowered his wine glass. His long fingers interlocked, and beneath half-lidded eyes, he studied the female bodyguard with quiet intensity.
Harlee, the female bodyguard in question, stood beside Barry, a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Dressed in black athletic wear, sneakers instead of formal shoes, a cap and mask concealing her face—she looked more like someone fresh from a workout than a professional protector.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough bodyguards were not required to adhere to a strict dress code, none dared to dress as casually as Harlee did. Yet, despite the understated nature of her attire, her presence carried an air of quiet defiance that subtly drew attention.
Harlee's expression remained unreadable, her eyes as cold and distant as a winter's moon. That frosty demeanor, wrapped in a veil of indifference, made people glance her way out of curiosity-only to lose interest when met with the impenetrable wall of her gaze. But Kareem was different. His eyes lingered. Perhaps he had noticed something. Or perhaps it was mere curiosity.
From the moment Harlee stepped into the banquet hall, she had been aware of Kareem's presence. At first, she dismissed him, not intending to greet him. But when she sensed the weight of his gaze lingering on her, she shifted slightly and acknowledged him with a nod, effortless yet deliberate.
Kareem returned the gesture and then lowered his gaze, lost in thought. Something about this female bodyguard gnawed at him. The shape of her eyes, the arch of her brows—it was all so familiar. No, not just familiar. Almost identical to Harlee's. Yet, the contours of her face beneath the mask didn't align with his memory of Harlee.
Still, her stance, the cadence of her steps, the way her silhouette carved through the space—it was as if he were watching Harlee walk through the room. Had he not been certain that Harlee could not possibly be here, let alone playing the role of a bodyguard, he might have crossed the room to confirm the impossible.
Fresh updates loaded galnovsHarlee, sensing Kareem's scrutiny, felt the corners of her mouth curl beneath her mask. A subtle lift of her brow, a silent provocation. She feigned indifference, her focus returning to the man she was assigned to protect-Barry. Barry, ever perceptive, had been observing the exchange. He, too, noticed Kareem's gaze on Harlee, and a mischievous thought flickered across his mind. A perfect chance to see Harlee caught up in embarrassment. Yet, before Barry could act on the impulse, Harlee moved. With a slight shift, she positioned herself near him, using the secretary as a partial shield. Then, with a single glance-cold, sharp, piercing-she silenced whatever schhad begun to take root in his mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA chill crawled up Barry's spine. Harlee was downright terrifying. The moment an idea flickered in his mind, she had already dissected it, leaving him utterly exposed! Now, any trace of courage he had to stir up trouble had evaporated. The North Island assassins were still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He couldn't afford to cross Harlee now-tempting fate like that would be akin to digging his own grave! Behind Barry, his secretary's eyelids twitched ever so slightly, though she quickly masked the unease in her expression. Once again, Barry teetered on the edge of causing trouble, only for Harlee to shut him down with nothing but a single glance. It was almost pitiful. After all the times Harlee had bested him, had Barry truly learned nothing? Meanwhile, in the suburbs closest to the grand banquet hall, Rhys sat lazily behind the wheel, his fingers drumming idly against the steering wheel. With an almost amused drawl, he cast a glance at the heap of bound assassins and scoffed.
"Is this really what the North Island assassin syndicate has been reduced to?" Rhys had expected a bit of sport, a real hunt-but as it turned out, he hadn't even needed to lift a finger. His men had rounded those assassins up with laughable ease.
What Rhys failed to realize was that the North Island assassins weren indeed a a force to be reckoned with at least, they had been smonths ago.
During Rhys' ton North Island, he had systematically dismantled those assassins, cutting down their best men one by one, whether directly or indirectly. Now, the so-called assassins they sent were nothing but green recruits-newcomers who had barely survived one or two years in the trade.
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