Chapter 439: Chapter 439

Chapter 439:

Nonchalantly, Harlee pulled her hand back and wiped it on a napkin, her voice cool and detached.

“I did reject it. I only came here because of my mom.”

Having known Harlee for three years, Spheredale was familiar with her aloof nature and tendency to stick to her decisions.

With a resigned nod, Spheredale replied, “Well, if you ever reconsider, just let me know.”

As Spheredale prepared to leave, she cast a wistful glance at Harlee, her eyes shimmering with the hope of seeing Harlee nod in agreement.

After all, securing the director of Janessa Studio for her annual gala was a dream so dear she’d gladly trade her life for it.

Tiffany, baffled by the special attention Spheredale showered on Harlee, pondered this anomaly.

Despite years of collaboration, she had never witnessed Spheredale showing such favoritism toward any socialite.

Confused yet curious, Tiffany chose not to inquire further, attributing it to Harlee’s undeniable allure.

Unbeknownst to the group of three, Kelley trailed them, her path blocked at the door by the vigilant staff due to her lesser status.

From afar, she watched them mingling with ease, laughter pealing through the air—a scene she longed to disrupt.

Kelley’s eyes locked onto Clint, the sole man in the group. With every fleeting moment, her desire to claim him intensified, her gaze laden with unspoken affection.

“You can gaze all you want, but that man will never be yours,” Lindsay remarked, a sneer of disdain playing on her lips.

Startled, Kelley whirled around to find Lindsay adorned in Spheredale’s latest fashion masterpiece. Realizing the imbalance of power, she retreated. This was a person she dared not provoke under any circumstance.

“Do you realize who he is? He’s the fourth son of the Sandersons, a lineage of distinction.

A queue of suitors dreams of aligning with such a family!” Turning her attention away from Clint, Lindsay gave Kelley a dismissive once-over and declared frostily, “Do you really believe that a bit-part actress who’s never even snagged a starring role could marry into the Sanderson family?”

Kelley, doing her best to maintain decorum, managed a meek response.

“Why not?”

Lindsay scoffed, dismissing the notion without even the courtesy of opening her eyes.

“Dream on, if that’s what you think.”

The moment Lindsay spotted Harlee at the gala, she immediately began looking for someone to stir up trouble for her. To her surprise, not only did Kelley seem spiteful, but also utterly foolish.

Kelley, adopting a pitiful expression, stepped closer.

“It was reckless earlier, but my love for Clint is genuine.”

“Love? Really? You could probably say the same about any wealthy bachelor. I’ve encountered too many like you. Just look around tonight’s gathering. It’s teeming with them. Take the lady in the pristine white gown you just sidestepped, or your so-called friend, or even you. You aim to latch onto someone amid this glittering world. You parade around these lavish affairs, feigning a quest for true love, while in reality, you’re angling to ensnare wealthy men under the guise of innocence and purity.”

This was the first time Kelley had been confronted so directly about her motives. She had to admit, her interest in Clint wasn’t initially pure. It began when she learned of his status as a celebrated actor, hoping to stir up media interest by associating with him.

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