Chapter 516: Chapter 516

Chapter 516:

“Fine.

I’ll give you this chance.” She marched off toward the designated area, confident and unguarded.

Etta, rooted to her spot, slightly parted her lips.

She mulled over her words and then opted for silence, trailing Lindsay as if she were completely oblivious to Harlee’s intentions.

Wily as she was, Etta chose to remain at the entrance of the alley, ostensibly claiming to keep watch.

This position would ensure any altercation with Harlee would have witnesses.

Harlee’s measured steps resonated like a hammer to Etta’s chest.

Worried that Lindsay might redirect her wrath toward her after any confrontation with Harlee, Etta deliberated and eventually scrapped the idea of manipulating Harlee into executing her schemes.

She discreetly tugged Lindsay aside, her voice a whisper.

“Miss Morgan, I doubt Harlee will offer any apologies.

She likely lured you here under pretenses, perhaps even to harm you!”

Lindsay’s response was a burst of laughter, brushing off the idea as ludicrous.

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“Harlee, harm me? As if she would.” Lindsay figured she was the prized sole heiress of the Morgan family, whereas Harlee was merely her parents’ godchild.

The audacity of Harlee challenging her seemed far-fetched.

Etta observed Lindsay’s brazen disregard for the potential danger and secretly hoped Harlee would put an end to Lindsay’s recklessness on the spot.

Yet, she found herself whispering a caution to Lindsay, “Miss Morgan, please remember, Angela’s hospitalization was no accident.

It was because of Harlee.”

Etta had never meant to speak so bluntly, but driven by her fear that Lindsay might unwittingly fall prey to Harlee’s scheming and later cast the blame on her, she felt compelled to spell everything out clearly.

Etta added, “Do you remember what happened with Angela at the boutique? Harlee put her in the hospital.

I’m worried Harlee might do the same…”

Lindsay, hearing Etta’s earnest words, promptly dropped her facade of confidence and glanced toward Harlee, who was subtly making her way toward them.

She hastily began to distance herself.

Witnessing Lindsay’s sudden wariness brought a fleeting sense of relief to Etta.

Yet, how could Harlee possibly let them just walk away?

With a casual pace, Harlee closed in on them.

Just as they neared the end of the alley, she seized them both with surprising strength, pulling them back as if they were merely dolls.

She thrust two bouquets at their faces, the flowers nearly smothering them with pollen, leaving no chance for screams.

Clicking her tongue, Harlee remarked, “Such a shame for these lovely flowers, wasted on an apology to someone like you!”

In Lindsay’s memory, aside from her mother’s recent warning, no one had ever dared to touch her.

Even her grandparents, in their attempts at discipline, never did anything beyond superficial scolding, and certainly nothing that hurt her.

But now, here she was, hauled into a backstreet and discarded like garbage.

Such blatant aggression was unlike anything she’d faced before.

Strangely, a wave of adrenaline surged through Lindsay’s body, awakening a primal urge to retaliate.

A sinister voice within seemed to urge her to strike back harder, overpower Harlee completely, and deliver ruthless punishment.

Harlee studied Lindsay’s expression before glancing toward Etta, who stood tensely at her side.

Sensing the mood shift, Harlee smirked, her gaze sharp and taunting.

Etta shook with suppressed rage.

Lindsay fixed her piercing gaze on Harlee.

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