Chapter 520:
âEtta, from the moment I stepped back into the Sanderson family, youâve manipulated everyone around to undermine meâ¦
Youâre trapped in a delusion that you could trample over me indefinitely.
When will you ever wake up?â
Ettaâs eyes narrowed sharply, her fear palpable as she realized Harleeâs intentions extended far beyond a mere double slap.
Confronted with her looming demise, she abruptly dropped her pretenses.
âNo, it wasnât like that at all.
The blows had me seeing stars.
How could I falsely accuse you?â
Lindsayâs visage bore the blank expression of a bewildered fool.
Etta paused for a brief moment and, with a resolute shake of her head, she disowned her alliances with Lindsay, her finger shuddering as she pointed it at Lindsay.
âItâs all Lindsayâs fault.
Sheâs the one who attacked me so brutally.
Harlee, you were my savior in this chaos, and from now on, Iâm deeply thankful.
Thank you, Harlee, so much.â
Ettaâs eyes shimmered with feigned sincerity, her voice imbued with mock gratitude, as if she truly appreciated Harleeâs intervention.
Etta was throwing Lindsay under the bus.
The smirk on Harleeâs face vanished as she stowed away the recording device.
âScared Iâll end your life? Donât worry.
I wonât sully my hands dealing with someone as insignificant as you! Your existence is utterly negligible to me! As for Lindsayâ¦
Sheâs your problem now!â
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Etta hadnât grasped Harleeâs true intention as Harlee started to leave.
Only when Harlee had disappeared into the shadows of the alley did it dawn on Etta that Harlee had decided to let Lindsay deal the final blow.
Panic surged through Ettaâs veins, her heart racing with fear.
Earlier, Lindsay had pinned her down, and the intention in Lindsayâs eyes was unmistakable.
Lindsay wanted to strangle her.
No, she refused to let this miserable place be her end.
She had to survive, no matter what.
If she could just crawl out, Lindsay wouldnât have the chance to kill herâ¦
With every ounce of her strength, Etta began to crawl.
In her frantic escape, her hand brushed against a flowerpot on the sidewalk, sending it crashing to the ground with a loud clatter.
Heart pounding, Etta cast a glance over her shoulder.
Lindsayâs usually placid gaze now sparkled with a chilling intensity.
In the next moment, Lindsay was striding toward her rapidly.
Ettaâs lips shook as fear gripped her.
Watching Lindsay close the distance, she felt the chilling embrace of death looming closer than ever.
Struggling to control her rising panic, Etta forced a smile, hoping to appear amiable.
âMiss Morgan, are we heading back?â Despite her efforts, her voice quaked, and her words stumbled out awkwardly.
Lindsay disregarded Etta completely, her gaze fixated on the sleek sports car just beyond the alley.
With purposeful strides, she approached the car, swung the door open, and snatched up the phone she had left behind.
She swiftly logged into the forum and typed, âWhen are we going to do this? I want to fucking kill Harlee!â The avatar of the person she messaged remained unresponsive, shaded in gray.
Refusing to be ignored, Lindsay bombarded the chat with message after message, yet the screen offered no reply.
In a surge of anger, Lindsay hurled the phone with all her might against the carâs rear window.
The glass webbed with cracks, and the phone shattered beyond repair.
As the flames of rage blazed within Lindsay, a sinister smile crept across her face.
She slowly turned toward Etta, her steps deliberate and ominousâ¦
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