Chapter 84: Chapter 84

Chapter 84:

“I’m deeply moved.”

“I didn’t expect you to care so much. In that case, you’ll surely agree to do me this favor, won’t you?”

For Harlee, handling troublesome people had always been straightforward, but she shifted her approach this time. Rather than direct confrontation, she now relished the thrill of watching her adversaries squirm in dread.

Etta, her voice trembling, pulled back slightly.

“What… What favor?”

Ten minutes had passed.

Harlee showed no reaction, as if she hadn’t been the one who had asked for a favor just moments earlier. Moreover, she seemed perfectly comfortable, showing no signs of discomfort.

Etta was taken aback by Harlee’s demeanor, feeling an echo of pain in her arms from their last interaction. What was Harlee up to? Etta thought maybe Harlee was still figuring out how to set her up, which could explain the minutes-long silence.

Soon, Etta’s expression turned smug as she looked at Harlee, but then, she saw Harlee giving her a predatory stare, her lips curling into a sinister smile as if to say, “Got you.”

At the same time, Fletcher frowned.

Harlee was too kind-hearted. Those who overstepped should be dismissed immediately. Why did Harlee show kindness to Etta? With Harlee’s icy demeanor, one might think she was a tough character, but it seemed she was all talk and no action. It was better for him to handle someone as shameless as Etta.

Fletcher finally spoke, “Enough with the games.

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Harlee is the Sanderson family’s only daughter. She need not fear any gossip. Whoever dares to gossip, I’ll cut their tongue out first!”

As Fletcher spoke, his gaze remained locked on Etta, his look full of warning.

Harlee experienced a whirlwind of feelings. She had intended to use psychological tactics, asking Etta to handle the dangerous pythons when she was most unsuspecting.

But Fletcher had come to her defense once more. Well then.

Since she had someone to protect her, Etta figured she might as well play the part of the damsel in distress this time.

However, standing beside Skyla, she quickly responded, “Fletcher, how could you get me wrong? I’m not doing anything.”

Seeing Etta’s lack of restraint, Harlee wasn’t about to let her off easily. Imitating Etta’s sweet tone, Harlee softly said, “Yes, Fletcher, please don’t misunderstand Etta. She means no harm to me. She’s happy to look after the pythons for me.” Then, turning to Etta, Harlee added, “Isn’t that right, Etta?” Harlee’s voice was soft, yet her words cut through the air like shards of ice on a winter night.

Etta’s eyes widened in disbelief. Taking care of pythons? Just as she expected, Harlee was plotting something sinister.

Harlee wanted her dead!

Clenching her fists, Etta’s fingers dug into her palms, drawing blood as she stifled her hatred. She nodded weakly and said, “Of course, I would never say no to you, Harlee.”

Etta inwardly smirked. Taking on the perilous job of looking after pythons, was it? If so, Harlee couldn’t fault her for any wild reactions.

After all, one might panic or lash out when spooked by pythons.

Still, Etta hoped Skyla would defend her, confident Skyla wouldn’t want her to deal with the pythons. Yet, Skyla merely took her daughter upstairs, indifferent to Etta’s dilemma.

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