Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Chapter 36:

Harlee smirked, her gaze fixed on Adelina.

“If you really want to help me, why don’t you help me clean it up?”

Adelina’s eyes reddened, as if Harlee had wronged her.

“Harlee, what nonsense are you spouting? Adelina’s position is far too high to do such menial tasks.” Collin quickly stepped in to defend Adelina.

“She’s an honored guest here, while you’re just a lowly waitress. Worse, you act so arrogantly despite your current condition. I truly regret ever knowing someone like you.”

At their disdainful expressions, Harlee raised an eyebrow.

“Who said I’m a waitress?” She inwardly rolled her eyes.

Even if she were a waitress, did that make her inferior to this good-for-nothing group?

“Oh, come on! If you’re not a waitress, then why are you here? Don’t tell me you’re actually a guest!” Phoebe mocked.

Amused, Adelina grinned and leaned against Collin.

“Harlee, please stop lying.

Entering here requires membership, and that’s how Collin brought me here.

Did you become a green-eyed monster because Collin treated me with gentleness? Is that why you reacted this way, trying to avoid being looked down upon and masking your bitterness? You’re only making me feel more sorry for you when Collin pampers me.”

“Gee! Even though she pulled off such a stunt, she was still scorned,” Phoebe sneered.

“I bet she sneaked in or something just to put on a show here. If she’s a guest, I’ll kneel and scrub the floor with my tongue.”

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Harlee tilted her head and said, “You said it yourself.”

On the top floor of the building beside the racetrack sat a spacious and well-lit office that spanned seven hundred square meters, with a long-haired wool carpet covering the floor.

Rhys was busy handling paperwork, his pen flying across the pages. The racetrack manager stood nearby, showing respect with his head slightly bowed.

Noticing the towering stacks of documents that seemed like they would take ages to finish, Rhys rubbed his temples.

He opened a drawer, pulled out a black card, and handed it to the manager.

“Please take my guest to the stands.”

The manager’s eyes widened in surprise as he took the card. Rhys had given Harlee the black card membership, showing how much he valued her.

The manager’s curiosity about Harlee was piqued.

Suppressing his curiosity, the manager bowed and walked away.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Phoebe still wore a smug expression. She pointed a finger at Harlee, nearly poking her nose.

“You all heard me. Listen up, I’ll find the person in charge and have you, a lowlife, thrown out…”

But before Phoebe could finish her threat, a voice interrupted her.

“What are you doing here?”

Turning toward the sound, Adelina and her group froze at the newcomer, their demeanor shifting instantly to polite smiles.

The racetrack manager had actually arrived.

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