LittleNovelChapter 1590: The secretary glanced at Barry, knowing he was clearly provoking Harlee. Worrying about assassins was reasonable, but bringing up Kareem and doubting Harlee's ability to keep her identity hidden? That was bound to get a reaction.
The only sound was the chof Harlee's gannouncing victory. She finally looked up, slipping her phone into her pocket. Her dark eyes met Barry's, cold enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Oh? And?" Her tone was casual, an eyebrow raised.
The secretary stiffened. Harlee's attitude was outright insolent.
The secretary couldn't help but shudder. If she had a choice, she would have bolted out of the room and pretended she had never heard a word. Harlee was playing with fire, wasn't she? The level of disrespect she showed toward Barry was downright audacious.
The secretary lowered her head. If Barry's temper snapped, would she be the first one facing his wrath? Barry hesitated for a fraction of a second, his gaze locking onto Harlee's playful smirk. He let out a dry chuckle, the kind that barely masked awkwardness.
"Well... Nothing. Just asking." Sensing the tension thickening like a storm brewing on the horizon, Barry hurriedly added, "Oh, right-about the banquet the day after tomorrow. How many groups of assassins and terrorists are expected? Think you can handle all of them?" Harlee arched an eyebrow, her gaze narrowing slightly. She could practically see the gears turning in Barry's head as he searched for an escape route to lighten the mood. Uncrossing her legs, she leaned forward, her voice smooth but laced with an unmistakable edge.
"Are you questioning my skills? Should I give you a firsthand demonstration of how I eliminate enemies?" Faced with such blatant provocation, Barry still dared not let his fury show. He knew all too well that Harlee possessed both the skill and the means to ensure the...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNorth Island assassins wouldn't so much as ruffle his collar-let alone pose a real threat to his life. And besides, if he uttered even a single unnecessary word, she might actually kill him. Harlee was a force to be reckoned with, a storm wrapped in silk. Even Matteo, the iron-fisted ruler who had controlled half of Uwhor for decades, had met his downfall at her hands. Compared to him, Barry-the president of Gruinia-was hardly formidable enough to make her so much as blink.
A tense silence filled the air, thick as smoke in a sealed room. Barry had already swallowed his pride once, and he couldn't afford to bow his head again. Instead, he turned sharply toward his secretary-the poor woman who had stood quietly in the background, likely hoping to go unnoticed.
The secretary met Barry's gaze, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Seriously? If even Barry couldn't handle Harlee, what was she—a mere secretary-supposed to do? Reciting a motivational speech and hoping for a miracle? Yet, Barry was her boss. And the boss's orders, no matter how unreasonable, had to be obeyed. So, despite the icy dread creeping up her spine, she took a steadying breath and stepped forward.
"Ms. Sanderson, I think there's been a misunderstanding," the secretary said carefully, her voice smooth but E her pulse erratic.
"Mr. Stevenson has no ulterior motives. He was simply trying to e offenassistance-discreetly."
Seeing that Harlee's expression remained as frigid as a winter's gale, the secretary pressed on, her heart tangled in a web of anxiety.
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