Chapter 815: Chapter 815

Chapter 815:

Elsewhere, in their opulent villa named Mountain Lodge in Baythorn, Tonya and Ritchie were tuned in to the unfolding drama.

“Tonya, you’ve got to see this. That fool’s embarrassing himself online again!” Ritchie exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

With a calm gaze at the ongoing stream, Tonya remarked evenly, “Liam is beyond redemption.”

Ritchie scowled, his irritation palpable.

“If only Harlee hadn’t insisted we refrain from dealing with Liam, I’d be more than happy to put him in his place!”

Though Tonya shared the sentiment, a promise to Harlee tied her hands. Trapped by their pledge, both Tonya and Ritchie harbored a simmering frustration at being unable to act on their anger.

As Tonya and Ritchie plotted a covert way to retaliate, the camera angle suddenly shifted, capturing new drama.

Encouraged by his viewers, Granger edged closer, emboldened by the fervor of the audience.

In the bustling café, as the student’s voice faded and the murmurs around them subsided, Liam’s confidence surged.

He rose from his seat, his gaze fixed on the woman who seemed lost for words, and declared, “We’re done. Stop bothering me!”

At his words, the woman felt an urge to lunge forward and clutch Liam’s hand, pleading for another chance. Yet, she held back, fully aware that any dramatic scene could reach her father’s ears and result in her being shipped off abroad.

Someone piped up quietly, “Seriously? I expected him to at least flick a check at her and tell her to leave him alone.”

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“Can you believe it? She still looks like she’s holding on to him! I’m completely baffled.

Honestly, I’d risk a lawsuit with that old man just to yell at him until he gets what he deserves!”

“Same here…”

Liam scanned the room, his expression one of sheer disdain. The crowd now kept their insults to themselves.

Crossing him directly would mean facing his relentless team of lawyers and a world of regret.

Liam’s foot, which had been poised in midair, touched the floor again.

He was intrigued to see if anyone would dare defy him.

Before he could bask in his smugness, a voice from his darkest nightmares, laced with cold authority, sliced through the air, leaving him rigid with fear.

“You’re still the same, Liam,” the voice said, sending a chill down his spine.

“It’s been ages, Liam.” These simple words shifted all attention to the far corner of the room.

Harlee rose gracefully from her seat, while Brice, adhering to her earlier suggestion, quietly relocated.

The room fell into stunned silence, the air thick with anticipation.

Harlee’s elegance spoke volumes, and her presence commanded the room without a word.

Granger, overseeing the live broadcast, brightened when he spotted her.

A flicker of optimism sparked within him.

Having previously reported on Rhys and Harlee’s betrothal, Granger recognized Harlee immediately.

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