Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 684

Chapter 684:

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She assumed Hale’s influence had extended to the mental evaluation, but what she didn’t realize was that she was, in fact, suffering from a mental disorder, courtesy of Hale’s pills. The violent episode with Tiffany was just the initial ripple of a brewing storm.

Harlee had met too many people like Lindsay—true masters of melodrama. One moment, they would rip into you with a storm of insults. The next, they would be begging at your feet like you were their only salvation. The sheer speed of their tactical shifts was almost disorienting.

Harlee often dismissed such people as simply “unhinged.”

Thus, with a chilling chuckle, Harlee remarked, “Someone as manipulative and toxic as you, constantly conniving and plotting, surely can’t be suffering from a mental disorder…” Her voice tapered off, as though she’d been struck by a sudden insight.

According to Tiffany’s recollection, Lindsay’s eyes, blood-red and swollen, her gaze seething with hostility, and her unnerving eagerness for carnage at the mere glimpse of blood triggered a disturbing recognition in Harlee.

Harlee couldn’t stifle her annoyance.

Could that maniac Hale have drugged Lindsay? Was it one of those ghastly substances that slowly drove people to madness and violence?

This thought hardened Harlee’s expression.

Her features tensed, and her lips barely parted as she issued a stern, ominous warning.

“Lindsay, since you are the daughter of my godparents, I’ll offer you this advice. Keep your distance from that so-called savior you’re enamored with.

And reflect on this: when exactly did you begin to display such deranged and bloodthirsty behavior?”

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Harlee arched her chin upwards, her eyes narrowing with a discerning, somewhat disdainful glint as she towered over Lindsay.

“Don’t let yourself get to a place where there’s no turning back.”

The sharpness in Harlee’s tone cast a shadow over Lindsay’s expression, her voice cracking with a mix of anger and bewilderment.

“Harlee, what sort of bullshit are you spouting now? I’ve already offered my apologies, and here you are, casting curses my way? Who behaves like that?”

Lindsay latched onto the phrase “no turning back,” dismissing the remainder of Harlee’s words as mere noise.

With a heavy sigh, Harlee’s patience began to wane. It seemed Lindsay’s judgment of right and wrong was utterly hopeless. Shaking her head subtly, Harlee offered Lindsay a look of pity before silently bowing her head and returning to her phone to message Rhys, who was due to arrive in twenty minutes.

Initially, Harlee had intended to extract information about Hale from Lindsay, but it had become painfully clear that Lindsay, lost in her delusions, was not going to be of any help. Resigned, Harlee began absentmindedly counting the minutes on her fingers, her interest in the current case dwindling by the second.

With Rhys now handling the intricate dealings of the Juarez and Gill families, Harlee felt less compelled to intervene personally. Particularly in situations like Lindsay’s, where no worthwhile information was at stake and the only objective was to impart a stern lesson, Harlee’s engagement in the case waned even further.

Beside Harlee sat Tiffany, one of the plaintiffs.

Harlee treated the serious courtroom atmosphere as though it were just another day at a café.

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