Chapter 521: Chapter 521

Chapter 521:

Etta was paralyzed with terror, her gaze locked onto Lindsay’s threatening eyes.

By the time she realized she needed to keep crawling away, it was too late.

Lindsay, fueled by a desire to vent the humiliation she had suffered from Harlee, launched into a vicious attack, pummeling Etta with her fists.

Etta’s screams reverberated through the deserted area, barely carrying beyond the secluded confines.

Etta’s face throbbed painfully from Lindsay’s merciless barrage.

She staggered back, her trembling hand brushing against the rough ground until her fingers curled around a jagged stone.

Desperation flared in her eyes as she prepared for a final, reckless stand.

Before she could act, three men dressed in black emerged before them, cutting her off.

The leader yanked Lindsay to her feet, his voice frigid and devoid of emotion.

“Miss Morgan, Haylee requests your presence.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened in confusion.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

“Haylee’s men,” he tersely replied.

Meanwhile, Etta, overwhelmed by fear and confusion, mistook the men for Lindsay’s accomplices, intent on further harm.

Gripping the stone with shaky resolve, she steeled herself for a final, desperate defense.

The stone flew with all her strength, slamming into Lindsay’s calf and leaving a crimson gash in its wake.

“Ah…

Etta, do you want to fucking die?” Lindsay howled in pain, her eyes seething as she readied a retaliatory kick.

But before Lindsay’s foot could connect, the leader restrained her.

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“Haylee insists this woman remains alive.

Miss Morgan, it would be best if you refrained from further violence,” he cautioned sternly.

The two other men quickly intervened, lifting Etta from the ground swiftly.

Lindsay flailed wildly, shaking off the leader’s grasp with fierce determination.

Her face twisted into a sneer as she snapped, “Who the fuck do you think you are to stop me?”

As Lindsay raised her hand to strike the leader, the anticipated slap never echoed through the air.

Instead, her wrist was seized in a painful grip.

“Let go of me!” Lindsay shrieked, the pain evident in her voice.

“Miss Morgan, I advise you to heed Haylee’s orders,” the leader’s voice cut through the tension as he slowly let go of her wrist, his tone frosty.

“Or you might find your position jeopardized.”

Lindsay’s heart skipped a beat at his ominous words. Jeopardize her position? What did he mean by that? Could someone else replace her, or worse, could her death pave the way for Harlee, the goddaughter, to have her parents’ full attention and affection?

The mere thought sent a shiver down Lindsay’s spine.

With trembling knees, she asked, “Where is Haylee? Take me to him, now!”

The leader motioned for Lindsay to follow him.

Glancing back, Lindsay’s gaze fell on Etta, lying unconscious, her eyes glinting with malice.

Though today’s tumult had nothing to do with Etta, the mere fact that Etta had allowed Harlee to slap her seemed reason enough for Etta’s demise.

“Once this is settled, may I do as I wish with this woman?” Lindsay inquired, a chilling smirk curling on her lips.

“You’ll need to discuss that with Haylee.

My role is merely to escort you,” the leader replied, leading the way.

Meanwhile, Harlee didn’t linger to see what Lindsay was up to.

She left the alley swiftly and made her way directly to the elevator reserved for the CEO of the Green Group.

Rhys had already notified the front desk.

Thus, upon her arrival, Harlee was ushered into the private elevator.

“Harlee.” The moment the elevator doors parted, there stood Rhys, his smile radiating warmth.

Seeing Rhys immediately dissolved the displeasure within Harlee, brought on by her earlier encounters with Lindsay and Etta.

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