?Chapter 680: Could Hale truly ovee her now? Faced with little choice, Lindsay ceased her whispers to the officer and instead locked eyes with Harlee in the crowd, hoping to intimidate her through sheer will.


    Lindsays attempts to provoke Harlee got no reaction.


    Harlee didnt even spare Lindsay a second nce, treating her like just another insignificant criminal.


    To Harlees right, Clint observed his sisters unaffected poise.


    Pondering the novel format of the trial, he couldnt resist inquiring, Did you arrange this? Tiffany, overhearing Clint, turned toward Harlee with a curious expression.


    What she really wanted to know, though, was whether Harlee had handled her bothersome rtives.


    During her hospital stay, she hadnt encountered them again.


    Tiffany had considered questioning Harlee through texts but reconsidered, knowing how upied Harlee had been.


    When Harlee didnt immediately reply to Clint, Tiffany tentatively said, Harlee, regarding my rtives, did you manage to…? Harlee cut her off mid-sentence, simply saying, No.


    And who did, then? Tiffany asked, puzzled.


    Without responding, Harlee shifted her gaze to Clint.


    Clints cheeks flushed red, and when he met Tiffanys gaze, his face turned as bright as a ripe tomato.


    Harlee couldnt suppress a chuckle, finding her brother to be a truly hopeless romantic.


    Reflecting on Clints earlier question, Harlee redirected the conversation.


    This live stream is a unique setup I prepared for Lindsay.


    She must face consequences.


    Every story starts at g?lnσν????????s﹒????оm How else can we bnce the scales for your hospital ordeal? A trace of menacing delight twinkled in Harlees eyes.


    Her stance was always clear-cut.


    Offend her, and theyd meet deathor beg for it.


    Despite Lindsay being her godparents daughter, Harlee had no intention of sparing her any mercy.


    Harlee nned to make amends with her godparents in her own unique way, but Lindsay would not be spared her wrath.


    Catching the fierce determination in Harlees gaze, Tiffany murmured, Harlee, thank you.


    Organizing this wasnt simple, and holding Lindsay ountable legally has been a massive undertaking.


    Youve worked so hard for us.


    Thank you for fighting for justice.


    Harlee exhaled deeply.


    Aside from pursuing justice, she aimed to show Hale that she was someone not to be messed with.


    In the process, she unintentionally won Tiffanys admiration, which left her feeling somewhat uneasy.


    Eventually, Harlee spared Lindsay a nce before turning back to Tiffany.


    Tiffany, beyond legal repercussions for Lindsay, do you seek anything else? Tiffanys voice was calm as she replied, With someone as privileged as her, public humiliation is the severest of punishments.


    I require nothing further.


    Harlee looked over to Lindsay.


    Following Harlees gaze, Tiffany looked at Lindsay, her toneced with a thrill as she said, Isnt this the retribution youve arranged? I ce my full trust in your judgment.


    Tiffany knew Lindsays downfall was Harlees handiwork.


    Moreover, she understood that without Harlees decisive intervention, her own survival from Lindsays past attempts would have likely resulted in even more dangerous reprisals.


    Thus, Tiffany was resolved not to challenge Harlees decisions.


    Harlee paused momentarily, touched by Tiffanys trust, and offered a reassuring smile.


    Yes.


    She was determined to ensure Lindsaysplete and utter downfall.


    At that moment, the online chatter about the pre-trial escted.


    The hate spewed online was even worse than the harshest insults offline.


    People eagerly clicked the death penalty option, driven by fear that Lindsay might avoid serious punishment.


    This digital spectacle was a scheme orchestrated by Harlee, allowing the public to judge Lindsays actions in a simted environment.


    The results were meant to influence Lindsays sentence, though it was primarily a theatrical prelude to the actual legal proceedings.


    The underlying aim extended beyond intimidating Lindsay.


    It was meant to unsettle her hidden allies.


    Though the real trial was an hour away, Harlees simted online trial had already convinced many that they were witnessing the official proceedings.


    As Lindsay observed the surging death penalty votes, panic seized her.


    What was happening? Wasnt everything meant to proceed as nned? The thought of actual execution was unbearable… .


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