Chapter 443: Chapter 443

Chapter 443:

The room suddenly descended into pandemonium, and accusatory glances flew toward Harlee, whom they didn’t know how she had entered and was now supposedly accused of shoving Kelley.

Clint’s face clouded over, his chilling stare piercing the tension.

Rooted to the spot, Harlee’s lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile as she gazed at Kelley. She reached out swiftly to seize Clint’s arm, halting him as his anger nearly boiled over, and gently shook her head.

Clint looked bewildered but held back, choosing silence over an outburst.

Yet, Tiffany reached her breaking point. She rose, her finger jabbing toward Kelley, her voice thick with fury.

“Kelley! It’s bad enough that you target me with your sneaky games, but Harlee? What has she ever done to you? How could you use such vile tactics to defame her?”

Harlee’s eyes widened in astonishment. Tiffany’s fierce defense was unexpected.

Just then, a photographer snapped the contentious moment when Harlee neared and Kelley toppled over. Instantly, the livestream audience erupted into a frenzy of blame.

“Clint’s standards have really dropped! He brushes off a beauty like Kelley calling him ‘dear,’ yet he’s fine with some woman in a second-hand dress doing it?”

“That woman is heartless! Pushing Kelley just because she called Clint ‘dear’? Should all his admirers just vanish?”

Public sentiment was decidedly unified.

Clint, despite having millions of followers, struggled to resist the overwhelming surge of online voices from around the world.

“Miss Archer, this is pretty low.” At last, Harlee spoke up, her tone dripping with irony.

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She bent slightly, her gaze sharp as she identified a concealed microphone.

Harlee picked it up, passed it to Tiffany, and signaled for her to point it at the camera.

The cameraman was taken aback, and the livestream director started to panic.

How had Harlee managed to uncover it, despite their careful concealment?

In a frantic move, the director attempted to change the feed but inadvertently synced the live stream with the venue’s large screen, broadcasting the unfolding scene to everyone. The photographer, now held back, was forced to find a clumsy angle that showed the scene but didn’t focus directly on Harlee.

“Wait. What’s happening? Is Tiffany directing the camera at herself? What is she holding? It looks like a microphone.”

“If I’m right, she’s suggesting Kelley intentionally manipulated the livestream to spotlight them.”

“Ugh, that’s utterly disgusting. I regret defending her before!”

The murmurs swirled around the event space, creating a tense atmosphere.

“Such a pathetic attempt! Even a child could concoct a more convincing plot.”

With a sneer, a lady retorted, “What an imbecile! That woman clearly has ties to Skyla Sanderson. She must be a relative, or perhaps Skyla’s daughter.

And here Kelley is, thinking she could pull off such a farce? She’s utterly clueless about the Sandersons’ influence.”

A man donned in a sleek black suit added from behind, “This evening was becoming tiresome.

At least now there’s a bit of drama to spice things up.”

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