Chapter 491:
While Harlee remained silent, Etta continued her charade, portraying herself as someone who had merely sought a harmless favor from Harlee, only to be met with cold hostility.
Her performance began to sway the onlookers, who started jeering and throwing scornful remarks in Harleeâs direction.
âHow arrogant of Miss Sanderson!â one spectator sneered sarcastically.
âNo wonder sheâs the Sanderson familyâs daughter.
Etta is practically begging on her knees, and Harlee wonât even bat an eyelid,â another added disdainfully.
âItâs as if Ettaâs asking for a million-dollar loan, not just a ride!â one spectator sneered.
Amid the mockery and contemptuous stares, Harleeâs expression remained unreadable. She even flashed Lindsay a pointed smile, her calm demeanor laced with quiet confidence.
âYou still planning to keep up this act?â Harlee asked, her tone icy as she casually toyed with her phone. With a deliberate flick, she turned up the volume and played a video.
As the damning footage of Etta began to play on the screen, panic flashed across Ettaâs face.
Desperate, she lunged for Harleeâs phone, but Harlee sidestepped gracefully, causing Etta to stumble and nearly fall flat on her face. The commotion abruptly ceased, and the air filled with the unmistakable audio from the video.
Within moments, the crowd scattered, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.
Harlee stood unbothered, a cold yet amused smirk curling her lips.
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âNext time, try keeping your true self under wraps,â she said coolly.
âAnd ditch those tired games. They donât work on me. Soon enough, others might start seeing through them too.â
Etta, caught entirely off guard, flushed crimson with humiliation.
Her indignation flared as she stared at Harlee in disbelief.
âWhat kind of monster are you?â she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration and despair. No matter what she did, Harlee always seemed one step ahead.
Harleeâs gaze was openly disdainful.
âBeg me, and perhaps Iâll entertain the idea of enlightening you,â she replied, her voice dripping with mockery.
Ettaâs expression darkened, and an impulsive retort bubbled to her lips.
But the weight of their public setting, coupled with the looming threat of an unflattering photo surfacing online, forced her to swallow her anger. The thought of destroying her carefully crafted reputation checked her response.
Instead, she seethed quietly, her voice low but bitter.
âDonât get too cocky, Harlee. Your luckâs gonna run out one of these days!â
âOh, is that so?â Harlee retorted, her tone oozing confidence, as though she held complete control over the situation.
âThis time, out of respect for Callie, Iâm letting this go.â
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