StartNovelChapter 846: Etta was paralyzed, at a complete loss for what to do. It was only now, consumed by pain and fear, that she realized she had never truly understood Harlee. Regret overwhelmed her. If she had known just how cold and merciless Harlee could be, she would never have dared to stand against her after her return. So what if Harlee's reappearance had drawn the Sanderson family's attention away from her? Survival should have been her only priority.
But it was too late for regrets.
Harlee stood over Etta, her expression cold as she watched her crumble.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEtta's twisted face, wracked with terror, was breaking down-but it wasn't enough.
Harlee had a purpose. She intended to extract every detail Etta knew about the "Bloodthirstiness Pill." It was the reason she had waited, holding back until this moment.
Harlee hadn't forgotten her promise to Brenton or Lindsay's crazed mentions of the "Bloodthirstiness Pill". Despite her own sorrow, she steeled herself for this necessary confrontation with Etta.
Harlee cared deeply for Rhys, but she was also committed to her family.
On her return, despite nearly breaking down, she had paused to buy concealer to hide the red marks on her cheeks from being slapped.
She didn't want her family to worry about her anymore.
Harlee curled her lips into a faint smile, knowing that the surest way to force someone to reveal their deepest secrets was to completely break their spirit and consthem with fear. That was why she had initially stayed quiet, allowing Tonya to step in and shatter Etta's last line of resistance.
Latest chapters in gl.☐☐☐ Etta watched Harlee with trembling fear, shivering as Harlee methodically released the bindings from her wrists and ankles with an unsettling calm. It felt as though a blade hovered over her, tracing invisible, threatening lines on her skin without cutting-evoking a terror too intense to endure.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen the final shackle was removed, Etta curled up in a corner, trembling.
Her lips quivered as if she wanted to speak but didn't dare.
Seated on the couch behind the bed, Oaklee reclined with a cigar in hand, exuding an air of daring confidence that starkly contrasted with her usual playful demeanor. Nudging Tonya's sleeve, Oaklee murmured, “What's Harlee up to with this move?" Tonya tilted her head slightly.
"She's going to get Etta to talk." Oaklee watched intently as Etta's fear grew palpable. With a chuckle, she said, "Tonya, your collaboration with Harlee is impressive.
Could you teachhow to do that sometime? When I interrogate people, I tend to go overboard, and they end up dead. Rhys gavean earful last time."
At the mention of Rhys, Tonya stiffened. She glanced at Oaklee, puzzled by her lack of sorrow and realized Caklee hadn't yet been informed of Rhys' predicament. Leaning in closer, Tonya whispered, "Avoid bringing up Rhys around Harlee."
Oaklee's expression changed instantly. Though she was unaware of what had happened to Rhys, she quickly understood the gravity of Tonya's caution. In a lowered tone, she asked, "Did something happen to him?"
As she spoke, Oaklee's hands clenched tightly. She doubted Rhys would willingly place himself in danger, but she also knew he would do anything for Harlee. For a fleeting moment, Tonya's expression betrayed a deep sadness.
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