Chapter 93:
Despite Brixtonâs reputation as a playboy, his considerable fortune was substantial enough to rival the wealth of the entire Juarez family.
This fact wasnât lost on Liliana, explaining her consistent attempts to suck up to him even after seeing through his true colors. Liliana saw in Brixton a golden opportunity to leverage his status for her schemes against Harlee.
Didnât Harlee think the Sanderson family was beyond reach, that no one would dare cross her? Liliana was determined to shatter that illusion. Soon enough, Harlee would pay dearly for her arrogance.
She couldnât wait to see how far the Sanderson familyâs pride could carry them after Harleeâs purity was shattered by a group of old men.
âI canât wait to see her downfall,â Liliana murmured with a spiteful sweetness, her voice dripping with anticipation.
âAlright then,â Brixton responded, his tone resolute as he buttoned up his shirt and stood, ready to orchestrate Harleeâs downfall.
After a while, the door to the suite where Harlee was seated burst open abruptly, startling the merrymakers inside, who were none too pleased by the sudden invasion of their space.
âWho might you be? Donât you know who practically owns this place?â
âYouâd better fuck off! Once Mr. Torres gets here, youâre in for it!â
Conversations swirled around the room, a blend of male and female voices adding to the clamorâexcept for Harlee.
Harlee remained seated, an oasis of calm amidst the burgeoning storm, her eyes hinting at the anticipation of the unfolding drama.
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âWho dares to think they can make me leave?â Brixton questioned, his voice slicing through the chatter with icy authority.
His piercing gaze swept over the crowd, quelling any thoughts of defiance.
At Brixtonâs imposing presence, the once defiant guests quickly subdued, retreating to their seats in silent acquiescence.
Harleeâs frown deepened as she watched the room give in so effortlessly. She then rose, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she made her way toward Brixton.
âQuite interesting, crashing your own party,â she remarked.
Harlee knew this confrontation was designed just for her, and shying away from it was out of the questionânot when it promised so much excitement.
Besides, she had come for this very face-off.
It had been ages since Brixton encountered a woman with such radiant vitality, particularly one bold enough to confront him. With just a glance at Harlee, he found himself utterly captivated. Liliana, moments ago the center of his attention, suddenly lost all her allure.
Lilianaâs thoughts, consumed with schemes against the striking Harlee, painted her as nothing short of villainous. More importantly, Brixton felt no charm of Lilianaâs could hold a candle to the breathtaking allure of Harlee! What intrigued him even more was that Harlee stood unafraid before him, presenting a challenge that he found irresistibly captivating.
âHarlee? The recently returned heir of the Sanderson family?â A teasing grin spread across Brixtonâs face as he urged, âWhy not join me for a drink?â
Liliana bristled with suspicion. She knew all too well the meaning behind Brixtonâs charming smile.
Harlee, that shameless woman, was aiming to take her man!
âMr. Torres, be careful around my cousin,â Liliana warned, a sharp glint in her eye.
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