Chapter 1125: Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125:

“No matter what, you’re my friend, Tiffany.

Always,” Harlee said with heartfelt sincerity.

“Harlee, thank you,” Tiffany managed to say, tears brimming in her eyes. She stared at Harlee as if trying to memorize every detail of her expression.

“You’re my friend forever, too.”

But then, Tiffany’s smile faltered, and a flicker of doubt clouded her face.

“These past few years… It feels like I’ve been stuck in reverse. I don’t have a single thing worth being proud of.”

Though Harlee had urged her to embrace life fully, Tiffany couldn’t shake the feeling that she had fallen short of that goal.

“Really? I recall you donating half of your acting income to charity in the last three years. Isn’t that something to be proud of?” Harlee’s warm smile accompanied her words as she looked directly at Tiffany.

Tiffany was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Harlee to know about this.

As for the online backlash, Harlee probably didn’t know. If she did, she wouldn’t be acting so composed.

Tiffany took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, before asking, somewhat surprised, “How did you find out I started a charity foundation?”

Harlee’s lips curled into a small smile.

“Clint hasn’t stopped talking about you for three years.”

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Tiffany fell silent at the mention of Clint’s name. She had a deep fondness for Clint—so deep that he was the only one who truly held a place in her heart.

But as much as she liked him, she was no fool. She knew what stood between them.

He came from an elite, wealthy family, while she had come from humble beginnings. She was just an actress trying to make her way in the world. The divide between their worlds was simply too vast to bridge. Love might conquer many things, but it didn’t rewrite the rules of class and status.

“We haven’t spoken in three years,” Tiffany said with a faint, practiced smile.

Both of them worked in the entertainment industry, but her career had taken a nosedive after the scandal. If it weren’t for her undeniable talent, she might not have gotten any roles. That was why they had lost touch, never to work together again.

Harlee reached across the table, her hand enveloping Tiffany’s in a warm, reassuring grip.

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You are just as remarkable as anyone out there.

Actually, I came here today because I need your help. You are the only person I can turn to.” Harlee had made this decision on a whim. She hadn’t fully figured out what kind of help she needed, but something inside her pushed her forward. She didn’t want Tiffany to doubt herself.

Clint had told Harlee that Tiffany had been feeling fragile and lacking confidence lately.

Harlee had been skeptical at first, but now, she saw the truth in his words. The confidence that had once sparkled in Tiffany’s eyes seemed to have faded.

“Help? What could I possibly do to help you?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes, I need you.” Harlee nodded, her gaze firm.

“There is an International Charity Auction in Baythorn three days from now. I need you to attend it.

As for the rest, I’ll explain when we are there.”

“Alright.” Tiffany agreed without missing a beat. To ease Harlee’s concerns, she added, “Whatever you need, I’m there for you.”

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