Chapter 1379 Chapter 1379: A flicker of surprise crossed Harlee's face. After poring over the surveillance footage for hours, she was certain that this man didn't belong to the Happer family-or any of their subordinates.
Quickly, Harlee pulled up the footage from that day, fast-forwarding to five times the normal speed. The man had only been there for a mere fifteen minutes. Nola's car had arrived first at the side gate, waiting for a long tbefore he appeared.
Harlee's fingers danced across the keyboard, enhancing the image of the man's back. Something about his figure felt familiar. She scrolled through the footage from the days before and after, her gaze sharp as she noted a peculiar pattern. The man appeared only on the 3rd, 13th, 23rd, and 30th of each month, always for no more than twenty minutes. Nola's car was always parked at the gate first.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtResting her chin on her hand, Harlee fixed her gaze on the high-definition image of the man's back. Her thoughts churned as she muttered to herself, "Could this be the man Adelina mentioned, the one she trusted? Who could he be?" She drummed her fingers against the table, her mind rifling through her memory for a man who might match that silhouette.
Harlee suddenly froze as if an idea had struck her. Without hesitation, she rewound the video of the man, replaying it more than ten times, until she paused it on a frwhere his neck cinto clear view. She zoomed in, sharpening the image to the highest resolution possible.
There, faintly visible against the man's skin, was a necklace. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but as she zoomed in further and amplified the image, it becclear-it was a lock-shaped pendant.
Harlee stared at the screen, her fist hovering over the keyboard as if she might slam it down. Just then, her phone buzzed again.
Gal no v el s.is your destination for fiction Harlee glanced at the screen. It was Coulson—the student she had once mentored at Baythorn University. He was the only one she'd ever written a personal recommendation for, one that had paved his way to the National Aerospace Agency.
With a cold expression, Harlee answered the call. Coulson's voice filtered through the line.
"Harlee, do you have time? I was hoping we could catch up. If you have time, would you be willing to meet?" "Where do we meet?" Harlee's response was curt, stripped of emotion. There was no change in Coulson's tone. It was still respectful and formal.
"How about the top floor of the Aguilar Group? I believe you've never been there. It would be a great opportunity for you to see the place." "Alright." She spoke the word with finality before hanging up without another word. Her gaze fell back to the man in the video, her grip on the phone tightening.
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The building loomed in the darkness, its emptiness magnified by the few scattered lights flickering here and there.
"Takestraight to the underground parking," Harlee instructed coldly.
"Understood," Franco replied with a nod, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror before he smoothly steered the car toward the underground garage.
The two of them made their way in silence toward the elevator, their footsteps echoing through the empty hall. As they approached the rooftop terrace, Harlee stopped abruptly in front of the door. She turned to face Franco and said, "Wait here."
"Of course," Franco replied without hesitation. He never questioned her, never second-guessed her intentions. His loyalty was unwavering, and whatever the command, he obeyed without a moment's thought. That was exactly why Harlee had chosen him for this task.
Harlee pushed open the door to the rooftop terrace and was met by total darkness. Her eyes quickly adjusted, and she spotted a small nightlight resting on a lounge chair, casting faint shadows in the dark. And there, sitting alone, was someone she hadn't seen in a long time.