Chapter 445: Chapter 445

Chapter 445:

Kelley had initially plotted to smear Harlee’s name with this trivial charge.

But the ever-growing murmurs of Harlee’s ties to the influential Sanderson family had rattled Kelley, pushing her to pivot.

With a dismissive sweep of her gaze, Harlee posed a languid question.

“Does it strike you as necessary for me to do so?”

The room stilled, the silence stretching thick.

Honestly, it was completely unnecessary.

Harlee, evidently connected to the Sandersons, was above such petty celebrity squabbles. Plus, Clint’s disdain for being addressed as “dear” by Kelley only underscored the unnecessity for Harlee to act out.

“Exactly. It’s pointless,” a voice called out from the assembly.

Kelley’s hands clenched the fabric of her gown, her pallor ghostly.

“I…”

Harlee’s stare turned icy, her voice slicing through the air as she inched toward Kelley.

“If my aim were to take someone down, it wouldn’t be with a mere shove.” Harlee paused, her voice dropping to a sinister murmur.

“Those who crossed me would either face death or a fate worse than death.”

Kelley flinched under Harlee’s gaze as if Harlee were a ghost from her worst nightmares. Meanwhile, whispers like “Harlee? Isn’t she the daughter recently reconnected with the Sanderson family?” reached Kelley, leaving her visibly shaken and speechless.

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ

In her distress, Kelley found her hand embedded in a shattered glass pile. The pain was sharp, but it brought a bit of clarity into her mind.

Hearing the surrounding voices condemning her, she gritted her teeth and retorted, “Why would I install a microphone on myself only to face your ridicule? Plus, a simple fall could expose my skin under my dress and ruin my reputation.

Do you really think I went to such great lengths just to slander her?”

As Kelley spoke, her voice was filled with bitterness, and she broke into tears by the end of her statement.

Public sentiment began to shift once more. Indeed, if Kelley hadn’t been quick to react, the day’s headlines might have showcased her most humiliating moments instead.

Harlee, unfazed, shrugged as if to say she had offered Kelley a chance to back off, yet Kelley seemed determined to ask for trouble. Rising slightly, Harlee’s voice was cold as she said, “Looking for proof? Let’s make it a spectacle for all to see.”

Upon hearing this, Kelley’s heart raced. She tried to regain her composure. She knew this spot was hidden from surveillance, and no camera had a clear angle on her fall. The ceiling cameras, too distant to be effective, offered her some hope.

However, Harlee’s stern expression made her uneasy.

Someone nearby whispered, “Is this woman calling someone? What’s she doing with her phone?”

Amid the whispers, another voice said, “Maybe she’s had too much and thinks this is a film scene.

Expecting evidence to just pop up with a snap of her fingers—how ridiculous…”

At that moment, Rhys, a man known for his charm over the social elite, stepped forward, his voice deep.

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