Chapter 517:
âWhat are you trying to pull here, Harlee?â
âTo beat you both up,â Harlee replied without hesitation.
âItâs too late for you to run now.â
Ettaâs fists tightened.
âDonât be so arrogant, Harlee! Do you think weâre just weaklings you can push around?â
Harlee raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained.
âOh? Finally dropping the pretense? Didnât you always act like we were so close?â
Ettaâs voice was cold.
âYouâve never liked me.
I get it.
After all, your parents favor me.
But Lindsay? Sheâs done nothing to you! You even stole her parentsâ affection.
How could you sink this low?â
Harlee laughed, her disdainful chuckle cutting through Ettaâs words.
âEtta, with your adept performance before different people, you should consider a career as an actress.â
âYou!â Etta was at a loss for words.
âHarlee Sanderson, this wonât end well for you!â Lindsay growled, attempting to stand and escape.
Harlee stepped in front of her, blocking her path with a cold smile.
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âTell me, Lindsay, have you ever been beaten up before?â
Lindsay froze.
As the treasured child of the Morgan family, the idea of someone striking her was unfathomable.
In fact, even a playful tap was unthinkable.
Smack! A forceful slap landed on Lindsayâs left cheek, leaving her stunned.
âUnderstand now?â Harleeâs voice dripped with mockery.
Lindsay was stunned, too dazed to process Harleeâs words.
She stood motionless, and words eluded her.
Smack! A slap struck Lindsayâs right cheek.
Standing tall, exuding an aura of dominance like a queen reigning over her domain, Harlee sneered, âThis is the apology you asked for.
Satisfied now?â
It took Lindsay several moments to grasp the reality.
She had been slapped twice.
Her hands curled into tight fists.
She bitterly realized that no matter how she managed to strike back, she would ultimately be the one taking the blows.
Harleeâs strikes were swift and precise, far beyond what an ordinary person could achieve.
It felt as though she had undergone rigorous training.
Lindsay knew she couldnât overpower Harlee.
But her pride refused to let her plead or concede.
All she could do was glare at Harlee with icy defiance.
Noticing Lindsayâs scowl, Harlee broke into a bright, unsettling smile.
âWhatâs the matter? Want to hit me?â
Lindsay immediately stiffened, her guard going up.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to swallow her pride to protect herself.
âHarlee, letâs call it even.â
âI know Iâve wronged you, but havenât you always provoked me first? Letâs settle this once and for all.
Besides, if my parents find out youâre hurting me, their only child, theyâll be devastated.
We donât have to be allies, but we donât have to be enemies either.â
For someone as proud as Lindsay, these words were shockingâa rare concession.
Harleeâs lips curled into a smirk as she glanced at Etta, who was doing her best to stay unnoticed.
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