Chapter 213:
Etta stepped forward from behind Wade, her gaze reproachful on Harlee.
âHarlee, Mr. Brooks simply wants you to apologize to Miss Morgan.
Even if you donât want to, you shouldnât bully Mr. Brooks like this. Respect should be shown to our guests.
How could you let Tonya throw a cake in a guestâs face?â
Ettaâs words earned her praise from the gathering crowd. People began to speak well of her, comparing her with Harlee.
âOneâs character is truly shaped by their environment, and Miss Cruz, having been raised in the Sanderson family, clearly has good manners.â
âMiss Sanderson is really arrogant, isnât she? Just because someone requested an apology, she lets Tonya throw a cake in their face. What would she do if they had given her a criticism? Would she resort to violence?â
Harlee reclined casually in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
Her icy gaze swept through the crowd. She pursed her lips, a chilly smile forming at the corner of her mouth.
âFolks, Iâm afraid you all missed the point.
Firstly, Miss Morgan should be the one to offer an apology, not me. Second, if I truly wanted to bully someone, the outcome would either be death or a fate worse than death. Try me if you are so curious.â
âLast but not least, one more offensive comment from those filthy mouths of yours, and I wonât hesitate to silence you permanently.â The recent speakers recoiled in fear as her demeanor suggested she wasnât merely bluffing.
Harlee glanced at Etta with a mocking grin.
âAre you sure you want to keep making a scene?â
While others might not catch the undertone of this sentence, Etta understood it crystal clear, her complexion going ghostly pale. She instinctively reached for her right cheek.
A numbing pain spread slowly, and she felt a chilling sensation throughout her body.
Her thoughts became foggy.
At that moment, neither Lindsay nor Wade seemed to matter to her.
Her only desire was to survive and catch Rhysâ attention. Unable to keep up her act any longer, Etta hastily retreated into a room, as though escaping from a catastrophe.
Tonya gave a wry smile, revealing her even teeth.
âWasnât I the one who smashed the cake into Wadeâs face? They scolded me first and then started badmouthing you. I am quite impressed by their shamelessness and audacity.â
Harlee smiled slightly.
âHaters gonna hate. Just a bunch of green-eyed monsters.â
Tonya nodded with a knowing smile.
Wade, feeling utterly ignored, furiously wiped the cream from his face.
âHarlee, you uncouth woman! This isnât over!â
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