Chapter 515: Chapter 515

Chapter 515:

“If we’ve misunderstood something, we should discuss it civilly.

Violence won’t solve anything.” Turning her attention to Harlee, Etta continued, “Harlee, try not to take offense.

Lindsay is just overwhelmed by the earlier events.

She’s not after you…”

Hearing Etta’s soothing words, Lindsay’s fury began to fade.

They stood at the bustling entrance of the Green Group building, the eyes of colleagues and collaborators upon them.

Causing a spectacle here would only serve to humiliate her.

These onlookers were oblivious to the true nature of her grievance with Harlee.

With this realization, Lindsay’s expression softened, her strategy shifting seamlessly.

“Harlee, if you offer me an apology, I’ll overlook your earlier discourtesy and bear no resentment,” she declared, her tone measured and a touch magnanimous.

“You can even keep the flowers.”

Harlee regarded Lindsay with effortless poise, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and defiance, a teasing smile gracing her lips.

“Apologize? I’m not sure I know how.

Perhaps you could show me how?”

Lindsay shot back, her voice tinged with exasperation.

“You’re just doing this on purpose!”

“For what purpose?” Harlee acted as if her realization dawned slowly, her tone shifting to one of mock seriousness.

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“Oh, are you implying that I don’t want to apologize at all? But think about it.

If that were true, why would I ask for your guidance? I’d simply disregard you, right?” Her smile turned lazy, her eyes alight with an unreadable expression that made it hard to discern her true thoughts.

Both Lindsay and Etta stood there, momentarily taken aback by Harlee’s antics, yet their resolve remained unshaken.

They were determined to extract an apology from her.

Etta was the first to break the silence.

“Enough with the theatrics, Harlee.

Just a straightforward apology to Miss Morgan could smooth everything over.

Why must you complicate matters?”

Lindsay chimed in sharply, her patience wearing thin, “Do you take me for a fool, Harlee? Claiming ignorance on how to apologize? You must be joking.

This is your final chance.

Are you going to apologize or not?”

Hearing Lindsay’s threat, Harlee’s laughter rang out, light and untroubled.

To her, there was something genuinely charming about those with little sense.

Clasping two bouquets tightly to her chest, she responded in a serene tone, “You’re looking for an apology, aren’t you? Well, let’s see if you can actually handle one!”

Etta, catching the underlying threat in Harlee’s calm words, instinctively took a step back.

She knew all too well what Harlee was capable of when provoked.

A chill ran down Etta’s spine as she thought of Harlee’s calculated paybacks, yet she chose to remain silent, not uttering a word of caution to Lindsay.

After days of languishing in Lindsay’s shadow, Etta’s thirst for retribution had only deepened.

Lindsay, misinterpreting Harlee’s intent, gave Harlee a smug look and narrowed her eyes slightly, intrigued.

“Just so you’re aware, Harlee, I won’t accept anything less than a heartfelt apology!”

Harlee’s eyelashes fluttered, veiling the gleam of mischief in her eyes.

“Of course, I’ll give you all the sincerity you could ask for.

But there are too many onlookers here.

Perhaps we could move to that alley?” she suggested, her delicate fingers pointing toward a secluded alley by the Green Group building, a spot seldom visited.

Without hesitation, Lindsay agreed, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

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