Chapter 492: Chapter 492

Chapter 492:

“But mark my words, there won’t be such leniency next time.

Consider this a dual warning: steer clear of Lindsay and don’t provoke me.”

With a final icy glare, Harlee slipped her phone back into her pocket and strode away, leaving an unmistakable chill in her wake.

Etta paused, her heart pounding, before deliberately turning and walking to the secluded corner. She cast a wary glance at Lindsay, whose head was bowed low, her face shifting between shades of pale and red.

“Another failure, Etta?” Lindsay’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and unyielding.

Etta shrank under Lindsay’s frosty gaze, her expression shadowed by fear, her eyes cast downward. With a heavy sigh, she muttered, “Harlee outsmarted us again. She’s so astute. It feels like she’s always one step ahead.”

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of Lindsay’s lips.

“And that’s your defense for failing?”

A mix of emotions flickered across Etta’s face before she steadied herself, her anger dissolving into a resigned smile.

“Admittedly, I was negligent. I underestimated Harlee and failed to exercise caution, almost exposing our schemes. Please believe me, Miss Morgan, I’ll be more vigilant and effective in the future. That lapse was just a temporary misstep.

“As you know, my influence within the Sanderson family is limited, and my ability to challenge Harlee directly is restricted. I depend on your guidance. You and Mr. Green are clearly better suited for each other than Harlee could ever be.

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Allow me to assist you in mending and strengthening your bond with him.”

Lindsay, finding no trace of deceit in Etta’s expression, softened her demeanor. She believed Etta’s assurances and her apparent devotion to aiding Lindsay in being with Rhys.

With a quick gesture, Lindsay signaled her bodyguard, who stepped forward and handed Etta a card.

“Take this hundred thousand and use it as you see fit,” Lindsay said, her tone dismissive.

As the bodyguard passed the money to Etta, she added sharply, “But remember, if you fail…”

“Fail me again, and you know the consequences,” Lindsay warned.

Etta accepted the money with a respectful nod.

“Thank you, Miss Morgan. I’ll keep you updated on Harlee’s movements,” she assured her.

Lindsay chuckled coldly, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of her wheelchair. With a subtle gesture, her bodyguard wheeled her away from the university grounds.

Etta watched Lindsay leave, taking a deep breath to steady her simmering anger before departing the campus with a slight shuffle to her step.

That evening, Harlee managed to carve out time from her packed schedule to visit Rhys at Remson Manor. Rhys was already waiting for her at the front gate.

As Harlee stepped out of the car, he approached swiftly, clasping her hand and guiding her toward the secluded back garden.

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