Chapter 491: Chapter 491

Chapter 491:

While Harlee remained silent, Etta continued her charade, portraying herself as someone who had merely sought a harmless favor from Harlee, only to be met with cold hostility.

Her performance began to sway the onlookers, who started jeering and throwing scornful remarks in Harlee’s direction.

“How arrogant of Miss Sanderson!” one spectator sneered sarcastically.

“No wonder she’s the Sanderson family’s daughter.

Etta is practically begging on her knees, and Harlee won’t even bat an eyelid,” another added disdainfully.

“It’s as if Etta’s asking for a million-dollar loan, not just a ride!” one spectator sneered.

Amid the mockery and contemptuous stares, Harlee’s expression remained unreadable. She even flashed Lindsay a pointed smile, her calm demeanor laced with quiet confidence.

“You still planning to keep up this act?” Harlee asked, her tone icy as she casually toyed with her phone. With a deliberate flick, she turned up the volume and played a video.

As the damning footage of Etta began to play on the screen, panic flashed across Etta’s face.

Desperate, she lunged for Harlee’s phone, but Harlee sidestepped gracefully, causing Etta to stumble and nearly fall flat on her face. The commotion abruptly ceased, and the air filled with the unmistakable audio from the video.

Within moments, the crowd scattered, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Harlee stood unbothered, a cold yet amused smirk curling her lips.

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“Next time, try keeping your true self under wraps,” she said coolly.

“And ditch those tired games. They don’t work on me. Soon enough, others might start seeing through them too.”

Etta, caught entirely off guard, flushed crimson with humiliation.

Her indignation flared as she stared at Harlee in disbelief.

“What kind of monster are you?” she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration and despair. No matter what she did, Harlee always seemed one step ahead.

Harlee’s gaze was openly disdainful.

“Beg me, and perhaps I’ll entertain the idea of enlightening you,” she replied, her voice dripping with mockery.

Etta’s expression darkened, and an impulsive retort bubbled to her lips.

But the weight of their public setting, coupled with the looming threat of an unflattering photo surfacing online, forced her to swallow her anger. The thought of destroying her carefully crafted reputation checked her response.

Instead, she seethed quietly, her voice low but bitter.

“Don’t get too cocky, Harlee. Your luck’s gonna run out one of these days!”

“Oh, is that so?” Harlee retorted, her tone oozing confidence, as though she held complete control over the situation.

“This time, out of respect for Callie, I’m letting this go.”

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