Chapter 437: Chapter 437

Chapter 437:

“She must have curled up with someone influential, aiming to land a wealthy spouse. I saw her flirting with Clint, but he hardly gave her a second look.” Kelley’s voice rose deliberately.

Those nearby, also seeking a break, paused to scrutinize Harlee.

Scanning the crowd coldly, Harlee’s gaze settled on Kelley, penetrating as if to see through her very soul.

A shiver ran through Kelley.

Oblivious to the charged atmosphere, the actress next to Kelley murmured, “Has Spheredale really let its standards slip this far? Now anyone can walk in if they’re arm-in-arm with some guest?”

Her whisper was intended only for Kelley and Harlee, who had excellent hearing.

Harlee lazily glanced at her phone.

“Three days in bed with an old man to secure an invite? No wonder you judge others with such eyes.”

Kelley maintained her composure, but the actress beside her flared up instantly.

“How dare you? I’m here because I was invited!”

“You? Invited? I guess standards aren’t what they used to be,” Harlee said, her voice filled with mockery.

At that moment, Tiffany exited the restroom.

Noticing the confrontation, Tiffany mistakenly thought Harlee was being harassed and stepped protectively in front of her.

“Kelley, stop this bullying, or I’ll expose your behavior to the entire country!”

Tiffany’s usually gentle expression turned fierce as she faced Kelley.

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A smile played on Harlee’s lips.

Could this girl become Clint’s wife? She seemed quite interesting.

Throughout the event, Harlee had caught Clint stealing glances at the woman beside him, especially when he thought the cameras were elsewhere. That woman was none other than Tiffany, who was now defending Harlee.

Kelley, though furious, couldn’t ignore Tiffany’s determination. She said, “Watch out, Tiffany. There will come a day when I’ll be the one ahead of you!” As Kelley turned away, dark plans brewed in her mind, her lips twisting slightly, her eyes chilling with a sinister gleam.

Harlee smirked, weighing her options on how to handle this petty rival. Leave it to Clint, or take matters into her own hands?

Tiffany turned to Harlee.

“Hi, I’m Tiffany Wallace.”

Harlee responded casually, “Harlee Sanderson.”

Tiffany gestured toward Harlee and then to the entrance of the main hall, her expression one of shock.

“You’re Harlee Sanderson? Clint’s sister?” Though her voice wavered initially, it steadied as she spoke.

With a knowing look toward the direction Kelley had left, Tiffany thought Kelley was in big trouble.

Harlee caught Tiffany’s eye and offered her a warm smile and a nod. With the clarity of an answer settling in her heart, Tiffany’s wide eyes and open mouth showed her surprise, lending her an irresistibly charming air.

Harlee found Tiffany’s expression endearing and chuckled. The two shared a natural, effortless bond.

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