Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Chapter 29:

“In the future, don’t flaunt trash as treasures.”

“You! Just shut up!” Etta’s anger boiled over. It felt like her face had been dragged through dirt, and she burned with humiliation.

Losing her cool, she swung her hand at Harlee’s face.

Harlee caught her wrist firmly.

As Etta fought to break free, Harlee shoved her hard, and Etta landed on the floor with a cry.

“You actually pushed me!” Etta shouted, shocked.

Harlee raised an eyebrow, let out a scoff, and slapped Etta hard across the face. The blow was so strong that Etta’s head spun, making her feel like a hammer was pounding in her skull.

Blood filled her mouth, adding to her disorientation.

“I didn’t just push you. I hit you, too,” Harlee said icily.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Pick up my backpack and clean it.”

“Not a chance!” Etta yelled, nearly hysterical now.

But as Harlee’s hand rose again, Etta trembled in terror.

Harlee moved quickly, and with a single twist, dislocated Etta’s right arm.

Etta let out a piercing scream.

Although Etta was the maid’s daughter, she had been pampered, never lifting a finger or even enduring a small scratch without complaint. Now, she was gripped by an agony she’d never known.

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“You insane woman! Help! Someone help me!” Etta screamed, but Harlee calmly shut the door before anyone could hear her. The room’s soundproofing was solid, and no one outside could hear Etta’s screams.

“Quiet down,” Harlee said icily.

“Unless you’d like to lose the use of your other arm.”

Etta’s face turned ashen.

She bit her lower lip to muffle her cries, her eyes wide with terror as she glanced up at Harlee.

Harlee gestured to the backpack. Terrified of more pain, Etta swallowed her pride. With her left hand, she half-knelt, picked up the backpack, and began cleaning it, her humiliation evident in every movement.

At last, under Harlee’s watchful eye, Etta set the backpack neatly on the table.

Harlee gave a casual wave of her hand.

“Get out.”

“Don’t think you’ve won!” Etta spat, her anger bubbling over.

“I’ll go straight to Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson. Just wait. You’ll pay for this!” She felt certain Lonnie and Skyla would take her side.

“Oh, thanks for the reminder,” Harlee said with a smirk. She strolled over to Etta and, without hesitation, pressed down hard on Etta’s injured right arm.

“Argh!” Etta cried out in pain.

Etta’s arm throbbed with such fierce agony that she wished she could simply pass out.

But somehow, her mind remained sharp, forcing her to endure every second of the excruciating pain.

When Harlee finally released her grip, Etta crumpled to the floor, limp and powerless.

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