Chapter 330:
To think, Harleeâs two sharp slaps were all it took to spread the news of her broken engagement. What a deal that was!
Lillie, who had been observing Angelaâs frequent chuckles, grew concerned that she might have banged her head during Harleeâs shove.
Angela, eager to share the juicy news, replied, âMom, just look at this! Harleeâs engagement is off, and now all of Baythorn is mocking her as the woman nobody wanted!â
Only then did Lillie grab her own phone.
Bursting into laughter, she scrolled through the barrage of comments about Harlee, her laughter growing louder with each swipe.
âOh, Angela, read these comments! Theyâre hilarious. I can barely keep myself upright!â Lillie exclaimed, thoroughly amused.
âWho would marry someone like Harlee? Sheâll end up alone for sure, especially after competing with you for a man. She might as well embrace the single life fully!â
A new, sinister thought then struck Angela.
âYou know, sheâs scheduled to give a lecture at Baythorn University,â she remarked, the gears turning in her mind.
Recalling the latest gossip, a flash of malice sparkled in Angelaâs eyes.
âMom, donât you think we should spread this scandal a bit wider?â she suggested slyly.
Lillie caught on immediately.
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âLeave it to me. You just focus on getting better here. Later, weâll pay a visit to Belinda at the Greensâ,â she remarked, her voice dripping with a calculated edge.
âThank you, mom,â Angela replied, her smile sweet yet devious.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the light in the room started to fade. Lindsay, who had spent the afternoon napping, stretched leisurely, her neck rolling with a satisfied sound. She lifted her head and reached for her phone on the nightstand, unlocking it. Noticing over 99 unread messages, her brow creased in a frown as she opened the app.
As Lindsay scanned her messages, her expression softened, and a smile began to form at the edges of her mouth and eyes.
âI knew it! Rhys could never be interested in someone as coarse as Harlee!â She chuckled, her eyes crinkling with amusement as if she had uncovered something funny.
Holding her phone tightly, she lay back on the bed, eager to catch up on every message. The text âRhys is at the officeâ¦â caught her eye, prompting her to leap from the bed and stride to her closet.
Determined to see Rhys, she selected a white T-shirt and a light pink pencil skirt, inserting thick padding to enhance her figure. She admired her reflection in the mirror, nodding approvingly at her curvy image, then swiftly applied a simple makeup look. She styled her hair in a relaxed yet meticulously crafted bun, using a curling iron to give some loose strands extra volume.
After ensuring her appearance was perfect, she grabbed her small handbag and left the house with a spring in her step.
Downstairs at the Green Group, the receptionist was still the same familiar face, the one who knew Taekwondo.
As expected, Lindsay was stopped at the entrance.
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