Chapter 907: Chapter 907

Chapter 907:

“This woman is too much, isn’t she? Crawling into a man’s bed and thinking she’s his partner?”

“If I am not mistaken, the man over there just said he was with this woman last night. So, is she two-timing?”

“She’s a slut.”

The rough-looking man, despite the woman’s betrayal, still tried to defend her.

“Don’t be so harsh. Maybe she was misled by this guy?” He couldn’t fathom the woman he had been with for two years could behave this way.

Seeing the rough-looking man continue to defend the woman, even contradicting himself, Harlee frowned in irritation. She then sent a message to the CEO of the Stevenson Group.

“Are you certain you want to assign this manager to negotiate with the Sanderson Group?” Harlee attached the rough-looking man’s earlier statements and a video of him defending the woman. What started as a source of amusement and a remedy for sleepless nights unexpectedly became useful for an entirely different purpose.

The CEO of the Stevenson Group quickly replied, “Miss Sanderson, don’t worry. It’s already been handled.” As soon as the message appeared on Harlee’s phone, the rough-looking man received a call.

“No, this can’t be. I don’t believe it…” The rough-looking man glared at Brixton with malice.

“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the reason I lost my job!”

Brixton, who had been enjoying his meal, paused and looked at Harlee, confused.

He hadn’t done anything. In an instant, the rough-looking man grabbed a bottle from the nearby table and hurled it at Brixton.

But Brixton didn’t even flinch, knowing perfectly well he was in good hands with Harlee around.

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Yet, Harlee made no move, as Bart had already intervened when the rough-looking man approached.

Bart’s foot landed on the rough-looking man’s stomach, and with a strong push, the man was sent flying into the neighboring table. With a loud crash, the rough-looking man collapsed onto the table, unconscious.

Harlee’s delicate fingers tapped the table lightly, her chin slightly lowered as she glanced at the woman, who had also collapsed on the floor.

“Such a waste of time,” she said indifferently.

At these words, Brixton immediately put down his utensils and asked, “Shall we head back?”

Harlee murmured an affirmative and stood to leave the restaurant.

By the time Bart had escorted Brixton and Harlee out, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He wondered if he was cursed, with his girlfriends foolishly provoking Harlee.

At the thought of the mess awaiting him in Gruinia, Bart’s heart sank, and he began handling the situation with blunt and decisive action.

He casually handed over a wad of cash to have the rough-looking man sent to the hospital and gave the restaurant owner fifty thousand as compensation.

As for the woman, he arranged for her to be sent to the hospital with the rough-looking man.

The scene before Lindsay and Rhys fell off the cliff once again played in Harlee’s dream.

“Harlee, I want you to feel guilty forever!” Lindsay hissed.

“Harlee, I love you!” Rhys yelled.

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