Chapter 514: Chapter 514

Chapter 514:

“Miss Morgan, that’s Harlee’s car from this morning! It looks like she’s headed to meet Mr. Green.”

Lindsay abruptly swerved the car and executed a sharp U-turn, pressing the accelerator to keep close tabs on the vehicle ahead.

Lindsay’s gaze fixed as she saw Harlee’s car ease into a parking spot beside the road.

Harlee emerged gracefully, cradling a bouquet of vibrant flowers.

From her vantage point, Lindsay couldn’t discern the nuances of Harlee’s expression, yet she felt certain Harlee was blatantly flirting, using her charm to ensnare Rhys.

With a steely glint in her eyes, Lindsay jerked her car to a halt at the roadside and bolted toward the Green Group building.

Timing played in Lindsay’s favor.

Harlee had returned to pick up an additional bouquet, causing her a slight delay.

This gave Lindsay the perfect opportunity to confront Harlee.

Harlee mulled over playful banter to entice Rhys, unaware of the imminent interruption.

Suddenly, Harlee’s path was obstructed.

She slowly raised her eyes to Lindsay, who stood there, breathing heavily.

The initial smile on Harlee’s face vanished instantly.

“Get out of my way!”

Meanwhile, Etta displayed prudence.

She chose not to follow Lindsay’s frantic pace, instead crafting an excuse about her inability to run and proceeding at a leisurely pace.

Lindsay took a moment to catch her breath and compose herself.

Observing Harlee clutching not one, but two bouquets, a sardonic smile crept onto her lips.

“I always thought Rhys had a thing for you, but it seems you’re the one chasing him with flowers you bought yourself.

How utterly pathetic, Harlee!”

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“And?” Harlee replied, her voice tinged with impatience as she wanted to see Rhys right away, showing no interest in engaging with the approaching drama queen.

“What’s your point? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

In the past two days, Lindsay had endured the unmistakable disdain from her parents, who once adored her.

No matter her efforts to salvage her image in their eyes, it proved futile, leaving her heartbroken and desolate.

Seeing Harlee content or even joyful was more than Lindsay could bear.

“Harlee, you’ve stolen my parents’ affection from me, and now you’re after Rhys? Do you really think I can’t handle you?” Lindsay challenged Harlee, her voice trembling with rage.

A flicker of contempt crossed Harlee’s features as she responded in a hushed tone, “Yep.”

Lindsay’s rage reached a boiling point.

She lunged forward, her hand shooting out to grab the two bouquets Harlee held, intent on destroying them.

To Lindsay, the significance of the flowers was irrelevant.

She simply couldn’t stand the thought of Harlee possessing something she didn’t.

As Lindsay’s hand reached out, Harlee nimbly stepped backward, evading her grasp with such swiftness that Lindsay’s fingers grasped at air.

From a safe distance of two meters, Harlee fixed Lindsay with a cold, unyielding stare, her eyes blazing with fury.

Lindsay stood there, taken aback by Harlee’s unexpected agility and quick reflexes, too shocked to mount another attempt.

Harlee had dodged her with effortless grace.

Pondering the schemes against Harlee discussed in the forum, Lindsay’s heart raced with anxiety.

She worried that even the person she’d connected with online might falter against Harlee’s formidable presence.

Resolute yet tinged with a dark intent, she fixated on the two bouquets cradled in Harlee’s arms.

Undeterred, Lindsay surged forward, her hand outstretched to snatch the flowers.

However, Etta, ever watchful from a step behind, swiftly intervened, yanking Lindsay back by the arm.

“Miss Morgan, please, let’s maintain our composure,” Etta implored, her voice a calm contrast to Lindsay’s rising tempest.

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