?Chapter 488: With that, Etta made a show of turning to go but didnt take a single step.


    Harlees voice sliced through the air like ice.


    Are you leaving or not? Around them, the surrounding students began murmuring, urging Etta to step aside so the lecture could proceed.


    Realizing that the crowds opinions were working against her rather than making Harlee look bad, Etta swallowed her frustration and let out a shaky breath.


    Alright, Im going now… Etta nced around, disheartened by the unwavering loyalty of Harlees supporters.


    No one here would take her side.


    She resolved that shed choose a location with strangers next time.


    Only then could she sway public opinion in her favor and corner Harlee.


    Harlee tilted her head and flicked her hand dismissively.


    Bye.


    Ettasposed facade threatened to crack.


    With great effort, she left quickly, holding onto her fragile, gentle, and demure persona.


    Wait! Harlees voice rang out sharply, freezing Etta in her tracks.


    Whatever your reason for pestering me, remember this.


    Anyone who crosses me ends up regretting it.


    Consider your ce.


    Find it all at g?lnσv????????????.cоm Without waiting for a response, Harlee brushed past Etta and strode into the auditorium, followed by her students.


    Etta stood rooted, unable to muster the courage to block Harlee again.


    As the door closed behind Harlee and her students, Ettas face darkened.


    Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms, leaving angry red marks.


    She slipped into a secluded corner, her expression twisted with suppressed rage.


    Harlee, one day, youll crawl at my feet, begging for mercy! she hissed under her breath, her eyes shing with venom.


    Ettas bloodshot gaze brimmed with hatred as she struck her clenched fist against the polished surface of her designer ck handbag.


    The resentment umted over months now reached a boiling point.


    Just then, Lindsays insistent call broke through.


    Etta swallowed her anger and spoke in a measured tone.


    Harlee is far too sly, but dont worry.


    Next time, Ill y the victim where there are more witnesses.


    Lindsay let out a sharp scoff.


    Youd better! Irritated, Etta allowed a trace of defiance to color her reply.


    Lindsay, believe me, my hatred for her runs just as deep as yours.


    Predictably, Lindsays enraged voice exploded from the other end.


    Before Lindsay couldunch into a tirade, Etta ended the call abruptly.


    If not for the need to deal with Harlee, Etta wouldnt have stooped to working with someone as ipetent as Lindsay.


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