NovelOnlineChapter 1485: The onlookers by the door watched, swallowing nervously, as a cold shiver ran through them. Harlee's kick, though seemingly effortless, had nearly ended Yvonne right there on the set.
Harlee withdrew her foot without expression, seating herself as her gaze icily swept over Yvonne, who lay on the floor, her eyes devoid of emotion. To Harlee, Yvonne seemed as insignificant as a stray on the streets.
"Does it hurt?" Rhys asked, already knowing the answer.
"She hurts more." In truth, Harlee felt no pain, but somehow, that seemed like the right response.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys' eyes filled with concern.
"I'll give you a massage when we get home." "Okay." Harlee flexed her feet, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Harlee's action stirred the atmosphere, making the scene more dynamic.
Brenton sat comfortably in a chair nearby, watching the scene unfold with the enjoyment of a professional spectator.
Clint stood somewhat aloof, his emotions entirely focused on Tiffany. Even Harlee's actions failed to distract him. Tiffany, witnessing Yvonne on the floor, was taken aback. She hadn't anticipated such a direct confrontation from Harlee. She thought Harlee's decisiveness was impressive.
On the floor, Yvonne struggled to sit up, her face ashen, her hand clutching her stomach where she'd been kicked. She gasped for air. Her expression was blank due to the shock, as if she had been zapped. Yvonne hadn't expected Harlee to react to her attempt at begging for mercy by kicking her so boldly in front of everyone.
Find exclusive updates galnovalsHer blood boiling, Yvonne directed her fury at Tiffany by glaring at her unblinkingly, her eyes burning with unchecked bitterness and hatred. Deep in her heart, the venomous hatred grew uncontrollably.
Yvonne blamed all her current humiliation and distress on Tiffany. She believed that if Tiffany hadn't deliberately kept her in the dark about Harlee's identity, she wouldn't have ended up in this embarrassing situation.
In Yvonne's eyes, Tiffany was the cause of her current dilemma.
Yvonne was careful not to show any hint of hatred in her eyes toward Harlee, not just because of the man standing behind Harlee, but also out of fear of Harlee herself. Harlee was intimidatingly powerful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDespite her resentment, Yvonne forced a courageous smile and cautiously addressed Harlee.
"Ms. Sanderson, is your foot alright? I must have tripped, and my stomach hit your foot. I'm truly sorry. It was an accident." Yvonne cast herself as the victim, hoping to elicit sympathy. She understood that a family like the Sandersons cared deeply about their public image. By taking full responsibility, she hoped to secure Harlee's forgiveness. However, Harlee faced Yvonne's calculated pleas with an impassive demeanor, showing no reaction.
"I kicked you on purpose."
Her statement was simple, yet it resonated with undeniable authority. Sitting on the floor, Yvonne's cheeks burned with embarrassment as her hands clenched tightly. She had not anticipated that Harlee would dismiss her attempt at conciliation so bluntly. Brenton, observing the scene, quipped with a raised eyebrow, his legs crossed, his sharp gaze resting on Rhys behind Harlee.
"Harlee, it seems even with Rhys right behind you, he failed to anticipate your actions. If it were me, I would have never let you move your foot like that."
Harlee glanced at Brenton with a look of resignation, well aware of hispenchant for needling Rhys and stirring trouble. Brenton never missed an opportunity for a playful challenge.
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