Chapter 442: Chapter 442

Chapter 442:

The spectators streaming the event, however, did not hold back. They hurled biting insults at Kelley, ridiculing her every word.

“Really? Does she genuinely not grasp the concept of boundaries?”

“I’m bursting with laughter here. Kelley has spent the last six months trying to rope Clint into a scandal, and he barely recognizes her.

Desperation for fame knows no bounds.”

“How can you say that about Kelley? She’s not like that at all!”

The chat exploded with heated comments, a chaotic mix of curiosity and concern flooding the screen.

As the live stream camera shifted angles, Harlee received a discreet message from Ritchie.

Without hesitation, Harlee strode toward Kelley, her sharp gaze scanning her from head to toe before locking onto the accessory at Kelley’s waist.

Kelley shivered under Harlee’s intense stare, a chill creeping down her spine. When Harlee reached out, Kelley instinctively reacted. Utilizing a blind spot in the surveillance, she spun around, turning her back to the camera.

With a calculated lean, her elbow brushed against the towering champagne pyramid.

A deafening crash shattered the party’s ambiance as the pyramid toppled, sending glass shards and golden liquid cascading across the floor.

Gasps and startled cries rippled through the crowd, mingling with frantic calls.

“Someone call an ambulance!” a voice shouted.

“Oh my God, wasn’t that Kelley from earlier?” another exclaimed.

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“Hello? Spheredale, there’s been an incident at the party!” At that moment, Spheredale had just finished escorting a distinguished guest to the door. She feigned ignorance of the commotion, maintaining a composed demeanor until the guest departed.

As soon as the guest was out of sight, she quickened her pace, rushing back toward the scene of the chaos.

Kelley’s loyal sidekick sprang into action, her face pale with alarm.

“Quick! Get help! Kelley, are you hurt?” Her hands trembled as she crouched beside Kelley, struggling to help her up amidst the swirling tension of the startled guests.

Kelley grimaced in agony, seeming on the brink of death if she didn’t receive immediate medical attention, yet she stubbornly rejected any help from her sidekick. The air thickened with tension.

Kelley’s affluent, older suitor scowled, his displeasure evident.

“What is this mess? Why did she suddenly collapse? Has someone dialed for an ambulance?”

Harlee’s gaze dropped subtly, her dark eyes emitting an icy glare.

Her presence emanated a bone-chilling vibe.

Kelley was ruthless, willingly risking her life just to obliterate the evidence, even implicating Harlee in this desperate scheme.

Amidst the stunned crowd, Kelley feebly lifted her hand, pointing at Harlee with a shaky voice.

“How could you be so cruel! All I did was call Clint ‘dear,’ and you…”

“You couldn’t bear it and shoved me to the floor! Is your bond so tight that no one else may address him as ‘dear’?” With these words, Kelley forced out two strategic sobs, her face contorted with feigned agony.

Simultaneously, she slyly slipped the tiny microphone from her belt and discarded it.

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