Chapter 517: Chapter 517

Chapter 517:

“What are you trying to pull here, Harlee?”

“To beat you both up,” Harlee replied without hesitation.

“It’s too late for you to run now.”

Etta’s fists tightened.

“Don’t be so arrogant, Harlee! Do you think we’re just weaklings you can push around?”

Harlee raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained.

“Oh? Finally dropping the pretense? Didn’t you always act like we were so close?”

Etta’s voice was cold.

“You’ve never liked me.

I get it.

After all, your parents favor me.

But Lindsay? She’s done nothing to you! You even stole her parents’ affection.

How could you sink this low?”

Harlee laughed, her disdainful chuckle cutting through Etta’s words.

“Etta, with your adept performance before different people, you should consider a career as an actress.”

“You!” Etta was at a loss for words.

“Harlee Sanderson, this won’t end well for you!” Lindsay growled, attempting to stand and escape.

Harlee stepped in front of her, blocking her path with a cold smile.

Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs 𝑖n g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑠.𝓬o𝓶

“Tell me, Lindsay, have you ever been beaten up before?”

Lindsay froze.

As the treasured child of the Morgan family, the idea of someone striking her was unfathomable.

In fact, even a playful tap was unthinkable.

Smack! A forceful slap landed on Lindsay’s left cheek, leaving her stunned.

“Understand now?” Harlee’s voice dripped with mockery.

Lindsay was stunned, too dazed to process Harlee’s words.

She stood motionless, and words eluded her.

Smack! A slap struck Lindsay’s right cheek.

Standing tall, exuding an aura of dominance like a queen reigning over her domain, Harlee sneered, “This is the apology you asked for.

Satisfied now?”

It took Lindsay several moments to grasp the reality.

She had been slapped twice.

Her hands curled into tight fists.

She bitterly realized that no matter how she managed to strike back, she would ultimately be the one taking the blows.

Harlee’s strikes were swift and precise, far beyond what an ordinary person could achieve.

It felt as though she had undergone rigorous training.

Lindsay knew she couldn’t overpower Harlee.

But her pride refused to let her plead or concede.

All she could do was glare at Harlee with icy defiance.

Noticing Lindsay’s scowl, Harlee broke into a bright, unsettling smile.

“What’s the matter? Want to hit me?”

Lindsay immediately stiffened, her guard going up.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to swallow her pride to protect herself.

“Harlee, let’s call it even.”

“I know I’ve wronged you, but haven’t you always provoked me first? Let’s settle this once and for all.

Besides, if my parents find out you’re hurting me, their only child, they’ll be devastated.

We don’t have to be allies, but we don’t have to be enemies either.”

For someone as proud as Lindsay, these words were shocking—a rare concession.

Harlee’s lips curled into a smirk as she glanced at Etta, who was doing her best to stay unnoticed.

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