Chapter 179: Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

Don’t you feel an even stronger desire for vengeance?”

Etta paused, letting her words sink in before laying a trap for Liliana.

“If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t let this go! I plan to sabotage the outfits she’s prepared for the Sanderson family.

As for you, whether you seek vengeance through Gregory is up to you.”

Once Liliana’s scandal surfaced online, Etta visited her and uncovered the unusual relationship Liliana shared with Gregory. It was then that Etta realized Brixton had dumped Liliana. Yet, this revelation only pleased her more.

Given Liliana’s scandal, Brixton would certainly reject her, but Gregory was different.

Accustomed to the criminal world, he wouldn’t be shaken by such events.

He was the type to eliminate his opponents and proceed as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that Liliana remained unconvinced, Etta played another card.

“I heard Harlee had your mother imprisoned for attempting to retaliate on your behalf.

Don’t worry.

Even if you choose not to join forces with me, I’ll do everything I can to free your mother.”

With that, Etta ended the call before Liliana could reply.

A sinister smile spread across her face.

Liliana was naive, and with enough provocation, she could be transformed into a powerful tool.

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Etta doubted Harlee could always be fortunate enough to dodge the danger.

The following morning, the Sanderson family’s study became the setting for another chapter in their ongoing power struggles.

Harlee sat at the desk, her eyes narrowing with sharp intensity, her focus unwavering. Kane stood across from her, his expression showing a hint of tension.

“Has Callie been doing anything out of the ordinary, apart from entering my room?” Harlee asked.

Kane shook his head.

“The cameras only caught her entering your room.

By the time I followed, she had already left. I spoke with the other servants later, and one mentioned that Etta had Callie in the maid’s room for quite a while yesterday.”

Kane had managed to gather as much information as possible in just a few hours.

“What about the driver who leaked my schedule? Did he say anything else after admitting to the leak?” Harlee’s gaze dropped as her index finger rhythmically tapped on the desk.

The tempo of Kane’s heartbeat matched her tapping.

Her presence felt more daunting than Kareem’s.

“He spoke of the outfits—the ones you’re preparing for your parents and siblings.”

The pieces of the puzzle started to fit together.

A sly smile spread across Harlee’s lips as she pressed her hand against the desk.

“Kane, the next time Callie enters my room, let her be.

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