Chapter 191:
Linda was partly correct. Kaneâs respectful manner was part of his training, albeit aimed at Etta. Since the makeup room was freshly prepared, Linda didnât see the high-end dress from Janessa Studio in Harleeâs room.
Coupled with Ettaâs casual five-million payment, Linda put her doubts aside. She was convinced her approach wouldnât backfire.
Whether Harlee was favored or not didnât matter anymore. Linda arrogantly directed her assistant to prepare the makeup products and tools and then lounged on the nearby sofa, disengaged.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the makeup box tumbled to the floor. Linda snapped at her assistant, âUseless! Are you trying to make a fool of me? If it werenât for your mother begging me to train you, I wouldnât even glance your way!â
The assistant attempted to explain the misplacement of the makeup tools, which Linda herself had caused by not properly securing them, but Linda interjected, âWhatâs your excuse? Youâre useless! You canât even organize things correctly!â
âIf you think you can do better, why not do it yourself?â Linda turned to see Harlee leaning against the door, a slight smile on her face as she observed the scene.
âWhat now? Cat got your tongue?â Harlee lifted her head, her gaze dark and penetrating, fixed on Linda.
Lindaâs face was filled with disbelief. Was Harlee really addressing her? Such audacity! She was the most celebrated makeup artist around!
Lindaâs expression darkened severely.
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Everyone else in the room quickly looked away, choosing not to engage in the confrontation.
Just then, Etta sent a message to Linda, saying, âLinda, remember our deal.â
Linda bit back the harsh words she was about to utter.
For five million, she could tolerate this.
âMiss Sanderson, since youâre here, we can start your makeup.â
Harlee gazed at Linda coldly, gesturing with her eyes for Linda to gather the scattered makeup items.
âYouâ¦â Linda hadnât anticipated this.
Etta had just given her five million, and it wasnât worth sacrificing her pride to let Harlee humiliate her like this.
âMiss Sanderson, you think youâre above everyone? I suggest you reassess yourself and lose the attitude! I might lose this contract, but what about you? If I spread the word, who would dare work with you?â Linda made no effort to conceal her threat.
She felt secure in her position, knowing she had connections with nobles far wealthier than the Sanderson family and didnât need to be scared of Harlee. Regarding the makeup later, the special mixture sheâd prepared was already in the products, designed to leave Harlee with lasting scars.
Harlee remained composed. She approached Linda with measured strides, her elegance unmistakable, and firmly grasped Linda by the throat, pressing her down forcefully.
Everyone around was shocked.
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