Chapter 537: Chapter 537

Chapter 537:

Her influence was undeniably remarkable.

This blatant display only intensified the sneers and jeers from those around Lindsay. Lindsay, her dress now crumpled and creased from her tight grip, was seething with the urge to storm out. Yet, recalling the effects of the perfume and Hale’s instructions, she forced herself to endure. To enhance the effect of the perfume, she even edged closer to Harlee, though keeping enough distance to avoid any direct confrontation.

Tiffany, understanding the weight of Harlee’s intervention, approached her with genuine gratitude.

“Harlee, thank you! Without your help, I might have been forced out of show business entirely…” Tiffany’s voice trembled slightly, and as she mentioned the prospect of leaving her acting career behind, tears welled up in her eyes.

Her passion for the stage was heartfelt and profound.

Harlee playfully tousled Tiffany’s hair, flashing a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry.

As long as I’m around, no one will lay a finger on you.”

Tiffany glanced upward, her eyes glowing softly with admiration. She offered her heartfelt thanks once more.

In an instant, Harlee clutched her temples in agony, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of fainting. Tiffany swiftly steadied Harlee, her voice laden with worry.

“Harlee, are you alright?”

Sensing the alarming change in her condition, Harlee instructed urgently, “Get the dress. We have to get out of here now!” She realized she needed to find Tonya immediately, her urgency mounting with every passing second.

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“Understood!” Tiffany grabbed the dress and Harlee’s credit card, assisting Harlee out of the boutique.

Lindsay watched from a distance, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she observed the effects of the perfume. She eagerly whipped out her phone to update Haylee.

“The perfume is working. What’s our next move?”

Hale’s reply came immediately.

“Make sure she doesn’t reach the car. Wait for her to pass out. My men are there to assist you.”

With instructions in hand, Lindsay left Kelley crumpled on the floor and hurried after them. Today was the day she would see Harlee completely disgraced!

As the elevator doors began to close, Lindsay rushed forward and pressed the open button, effortlessly stepping inside.

Harlee, struck by the overpowering scent of perfume from Lindsay, felt her head spin, on the verge of fainting.

Tiffany, quick to react, wrapped an arm around Harlee, pressing her back against the cool elevator wall. She whipped out her phone and texted Clint about their predicament.

Clint, already en route after Harlee’s earlier alert, was just five kilometers away from the LA Mall.

His fingers flew across his phone’s keyboard as he replied, “Got it. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Just wait for me at the entrance!”

As they exited the elevator, Harlee struggled to stay upright. Lindsay feigned concern, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Oh? What’s wrong with her? Is she feeling unwell? Should I call an ambulance?”

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