Chapter 177: Chapter 177

Chapter 177:

“Not too bad, right? And to think, that’s just scratching the surface of what I can do.”

Lifting her gaze, Harlee’s beautiful features sharpened with seriousness.

“So, what’s it going to be, Brixton? Will you take up the reins of the family empire, or are you plotting a course all your own?” Her dislike for idle chatter was evident. She was direct and to the point when it came to scouting for talent.

Brixton hesitated only briefly before his decision became resolute.

“My brother is all the Torres family needs. I’m going to pursue my own desires. What is it you need?”

“Huh?” Brixton was momentarily taken aback.

With a casual tone, Harlee replied, “I can help you get to where you want to be.”

Shaking his head, Brixton responded, “No need. This time, I want to make it on my own.”

Seated in the main seat, a flicker of regret passed through Harlee’s composed gaze. Such a shame. Ritchie could have taken Brixton in as a dedicated follower.

Harlee nodded.

“Very well.”

Harlee lingered in the guest lounge a bit longer until Zandra approached.

“Miss Sanderson, Mrs. Torres adored the dresses and sees no need for alterations. She was called away unexpectedly and apologizes for the abrupt departure. She hopes you’ll understand.”

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“Not a problem.” With a serene demeanor, Harlee stood, strode past Brixton, and made her way to the exit. Tossing a laid-back wave over her shoulder, she said, “Let me know if you need anything.” She then walked away from the Torres estate, not once looking back.

Meanwhile, Etta had finally returned to the Sanderson family’s residence after days of revelry, coinciding with Skyla’s return from her journey. With the Sanderson family absent, Etta seized the opportunity to pull Callie from her kitchen duties to their room.

As they walked, Etta dropped hints to Callie, her words laced with schemes against Harlee.

Callie, caught in the moment, could only nod in agreement, prompting Etta’s irritation.

“Is nodding the best you can manage?” Etta snapped, gripping Callie’s arm.

“I’m on the verge of losing my place in this family.

Can’t you concoct some plan to help me?”

Callie’s expression creased with concern.

“Etta, perhaps it’s time to step back.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson already see you as their own. Isn’t the title just that, a title?”

Etta’s expression turned stormy as she ushered Callie into the room, her gaze sharp and threatening. She hissed, “Listen to me. If you sabotage my plans, I swear I’ll disown you as my mother. You know I’m capable of it!”

Weariness overcame Callie, yet the resolve to oppose Etta eluded her.

Etta was her flesh and blood, the child she had carried for ten months.

How could she possibly turn her back on Etta, especially when Etta was this distressed?

Resigned, Callie exhaled a deep, heavy sigh.

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