Chapter 218: Chapter 218

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He stole a glance at Harlee to gauge her reaction.

Harlee gave a slight nod and glanced at him as she said casually, “Not bad.” Brixton sighed in relief.

Brixton’s friends, witnessing the event, began to openly mock Sherman.

“The gall of the Hilton family, claiming Sherman would never utter such foul words! Anyone familiar with him knows he’s the epitome of disgrace. Such shamelessness!”

“Seriously, some people could really use a bit of self-awareness. The nerve of barging in and demanding an apology for so-called justice!”

“Absolutely! They nearly misled us all.

Fletcher might not be as adept as his four brothers, but he’d never sink to the Hilton family’s level.”

“Exactly! If standing up for his sister makes him a villain, then nobody here is blameless! They’ve completely ruined this celebration. Sherman got exactly what he deserved.”

Angela lowered her head, swiftly taking cover behind a bodyguard, resolute in distancing herself from the rest of the Hilton family. If she had known about the existence of the proof, she would have never dared to demand an apology from Fletcher, let alone try to ruin his reputation.

Realizing they were in the wrong, the Hilton family turned to leave, only to be stopped.

Harlee was not about to let them cause a scene and simply leave without consequence.

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“Leaving already?” Her expression grew stern, her dark eyes chilling as she intentionally softened her voice, which was filled with evil intent.

Coralie Hilton, Sherman’s eldest sister, retorted sharply, “What do you want? Thinking to give the Hilton family a sound beating?”

“I just might!”

The Hilton family’s faces went completely white.

Angela looked at Callum with desperation, silently pleading for his intervention.

However, Callum and Willis were deep in their own discussion, oblivious to her distress.

Rolland, trying to maintain his composure, retreated behind his bodyguards and said, “Miss Sanderson, this is outrageous! We, the Hilton family, are only asking for an explanation, and yet you respond with threats of violence?”

“An explanation?” Harlee’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward, her aura cold and commanding.

“You spread baseless rumors and forced your way into my home uninvited.

Did you think…”

She paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

“Did you assume the Sanderson family lacked evidence, emboldening you to make false allegations? If you’re bold enough to take such actions, you should have the guts to face the consequences. You don’t want me to react with violence? That can be arranged, but only if Sherman offers a heartfelt apology to me, and the rest of you apologize to my father.”

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