Chapter 834: Chapter 834

Chapter 834:

“Do you think you still command respect as the beloved daughter of the Sanderson family? You’re nothing more than a plaything in my hands now!”

Nyomi’s voice broke through the tension, desperate and pleading.

“Enough! Stop hitting Harlee!”

Irritated by Nyomi’s protests, Lindsay turned her attention back to her, slashing another cut into Nyomi’s arm.

A pained moan escaped Nyomi’s lips, her body trembling from the agony.

Harlee’s eyes flared with anger at the sight.

Despite the stinging pain across her own face, she forced herself to remain composed.

“What is it that you want from me, Lindsay? Is it revenge you’re after? Then direct your anger at me!” Her voice was firm, resolute.

Harlee had felt the sharp sting of Lindsay’s earlier aggression the moment she regained consciousness. The marks on her face burned, but she had chosen to remain silent, refusing to give Lindsay the satisfaction of seeing her pain.

However, the sight of Nyomi suffering under Lindsay’s torment was unbearable.

Harlee’s sharp gaze never wavered, her determination unwavering even in the face of Lindsay’s fury.

As soon as those words escaped her lips, Harlee immediately regretted them, noticing a spark of excitement flicker in Lindsay’s eyes.

Determined not to reveal her fear, Harlee adopted an indifferent, almost bored expression.

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She looked up at Lindsay and taunted, “Do you really think this will get to me? You’re far too naive.”

With a slight shift in posture and a scornful look, Harlee continued to provoke Lindsay, who responded with another slap.

For Nyomi’s safety, Harlee refused to back down, adding defiantly, “You think you can break me? Dream on.”

An eerie silence fell over the room, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves outside. Lindsay’s face contorted with fury.

Despite being her prisoner, Harlee still managed to belittle her, and it grated on her nerves. Nyomi, watching in awe, was struck by Harlee’s boldness and composure under such dire circumstances.

The combination of Harlee’s unyielding defiance and her own growing fatigue and hunger drained Lindsay’s resolve. Losing interest in tormenting Nyomi further, she finally withdrew.

Meanwhile, at the Grand Oak Hotel, Etta stood before the trio with wild, bloodshot eyes, her voice rising in a fit of hysteria.

“I’m innocent in this matter! I’ve done nothing wrong. You can’t falsely accuse me! They were just waiters—what harm is there in calling them? Why can’t I point out Harlee’s mistake? You’ve taken me into custody with no proof. I’ll take legal action against you for this misuse of authority! Does your family’s influence mean you can override justice? I demand fairness! Release me now. Release me!”

Kareem and his associates paid no heed to Etta’s furious outbursts.

Each remained focused on their respective tasks. Some attended to pressing matters, while others continued the interrogation.

When Oaklee abruptly yanked out another clump of Etta’s hair, her composure snapped.

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