Chapter 679: Chapter 679

Chapter 679:

Tiffany whispered to Clint from the front row, her curiosity piqued, “Isn’t Harlee supposed to be here by now?”

Clint was about to respond when a murmur swept through the crowd.

“Look, Miss Sanderson has arrived! She is here to support us!”

The room’s attention shifted to the entrance.

Harlee, dressed in solemn black, entered with measured steps.

How did someone recognize Harlee so easily? These were the victims’ families.

In their darkest hour, Harlee had been their beacon of hope, vowing retribution against those who had wronged their children.

Shortly after, Lindsay was brought into the courtroom, pale but stoic, unfazed by the crowd’s gaze.

Her demeanor was calm, almost detached, like a spectator in the unfolding drama—a stark contrast to the frenzy she had shown earlier.

Seated in the holding cell, Lindsay’s smirk was defiant, exuding an air of arrogance that unsettled the onlookers.

The crowd couldn’t comprehend it.

How could Lindsay remain so composed? Did she truly believe she might still be rescued?

Lindsay stood, smirking, as a crowd gathered around her. Initially stunned into silence by her audacity, their shock quickly turned to outrage.

“Well, that’s the Morgans for you, one of the elite families.”

“Look at her, still so arrogant.”

“Do people like her even know what guilt is?”

“The sight of her makes me sick.

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Even in this mess, she acts like she’s above us all.”

“Aren’t we all human? Why does she have to be so vile?”

“She’s such a monster! I heard her parents are heartbroken and have compensated many victims’ families, promising she will face justice.”

A daring voice from the crowd called out, “Lindsay, how can you kill so easily without a second thought and not show even a hint of your parents’ values? You’re truly despicable!”

Lindsay’s smug expression faded under the barrage of insults.

She raised her head, planning to appeal to the judge, only to find the judge’s seat empty.

What was happening here? Shouldn’t the judge be sitting there?

As Lindsay’s confusion set in, a screen in the courtroom flickered to life, announcing that the trial would be conducted online—a novel approach for this special case.

Though Lindsay knew jail was inevitable, the abrupt shift in proceedings startled her.

She could endure prison, but not execution.

The officers escorting her had been replaced by people arranged by Hale.

One whispered, “Miss Morgan, stay calm.

Everything is under control as planned.”

Lindsay bowed her head, her voice shaking.

“Are you sure?”

The officer, aware of the hostile stares, straightened up and acted as if nothing had happened.

Just before moving away, he reassured her, “Everything has been arranged. Relax.”

Despite the reassurances, Lindsay’s anxiety didn’t ease.

Having experienced Harlee’s frightening capabilities, she knew she couldn’t afford to take this lightly.

“If there’s any trouble, you must extract me immediately, understand? I’ll give you ten percent of the Morgan shares for my safety…”

As Lindsay continued her desperate negotiations, the officer lowered his voice to soothe her.

“Miss Morgan, trust the plan. There’s nothing to fear.”

Hale had everything arranged. Once Lindsay was in prison, the officer would be there as a guard, making her stay as comfortable as possible.

But there was no time to elaborate further at the moment.

Lindsay’s brow furrowed in concern. Previously, even with a prime opportunity, Hale had failed to capture Harlee.

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