Chapter 729: Chapter 729

Chapter 729:

Kelley froze, as if slapped. She hadn’t expected such a blunt response.

Cornered, she raised her voice, her tone shrill with desperation.

“Fine! If you want me to die, I will! But let me tell you something—I’m not just a nobody. Sure, I’m not from a wealthy family like you, but I’m a celebrity. If I die here tonight, the media will tear everyone in this room apart. They’ll ruin your reputation! Scared now? Some of you are elites from top-notch families, right? You’ve all listened to Harlee’s words without question.”

Her voice echoed through the room, her accusations hanging heavily in the air.

“She’s forcing me to kill myself. Personally, I don’t want you or your families to bear the stain of her actions…” Kelley declared, her voice trembling with exaggerated despair.

But instead of following through on her threat, she broke into melodramatic sobs and flung herself into Bart’s arms.

“Bartley, I love you so much, and I know how deeply you feel for me! Even though Harlee is forcing me to end my life, promise me you won’t seek revenge on her. Please, just move on.”

Harlee raised an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed. So, “Bartley” was Kelley’s overly affectionate nickname for Bart.

As Bart met Harlee’s gaze, a shiver ran down his spine. Without hesitation, he shoved Kelley aside and snapped, “We’re done.

Don’t cling to me!”

Kelley, now sprawled on the floor after being shoved, turned pale. She had planned to sow discord between Harlee and Bart, confident in her ability to manipulate the situation. To her shock, not only had Bart remained unaffected, but he had also pushed her away with no hesitation.

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“Bart, what do you mean by this? Didn’t you say I was the one you loved most?” Kelley cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

Bart opened his mouth to respond, but Harlee waved her hand lazily, a silent gesture commanding him to stay quiet.

He immediately caught her meaning, swallowing his words and retreating to the corner.

Harlee had made it clear she intended to handle this herself, and Bart knew better than to get in her way.

Sitting at the head of the table, Harlee appeared relaxed.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from Oaklee’s potent cocktail. Though Harlee could usually hold her liquor, Oaklee’s concoction was unusually strong—just a single sip was enough to overwhelm most people.

Even so, Harlee’s composure remained intact, though there was a distinct edge to her demeanor.

Rising deliberately from her seat, Harlee walked toward Kelley. She crouched down in front of her, her cold eyes gleaming with a dangerous flicker.

“You want to die? I can make that happen.”

Kelley, propped up on her hands, stared blankly at Harlee.

“You want to kill me?” she asked, a cold smile creeping across her face. She doubted Harlee would actually follow through.

“Do you want to die quickly, or would you prefer a slower end?” Harlee’s tone was calm, almost indifferent.

“Since we know each other, I’ll let you choose.”

A flicker of interest glinted across Harlee’s face as Kelley smirked, clearly dismissing her words.

“What difference does it make? Do you really dare to kill me?”

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