Chapter 11:
Harlee let out a long breath, her nerves finally easing as she sank onto the bench nearby.
Having fixed and piloted a helicopter, she was already exhausted, further worn out by her efforts in soothing Nathaniel.
Harlee looked down, noticing the gasoline and sweat smeared across her clothes. With a grimace, she pulled out her phone to send a quick message. Nathaniel’s procedure would take a minimum of five hours.
After more than an hour of waiting, Lindsay, who had only managed a brief spell of good behavior, found her jealousy at Harlee’s stunning appearance and frustration at Harlee exposing her blunders flaring up again. When she noticed that Rhys had stepped away to attend to some business, Lindsay’s face twisted into a sneer as she approached Harlee.
With a taunting voice, Lindsay remarked, “Why does it smell so bad in here? Someone’s dripping in sweat, and the stench is making me sick.”
Lindsay cast a glance around the room and then leaned toward Harlee, wrinkling her nose with exaggerated disgust and pinching it tightly between her fingers.
“Could this awful smell be coming from you, Miss Sanderson? Looking at how filthy you are, it all makes sense. Perhaps you’d like me to lend you a proper outfit? I’m sure you’ve never seen clothes this pricey in your entire life.”
With a smirk, Lindsay pulled a garment from her small suitcase and unfolded it with a flourish for Harlee to inspect.
The piece was gaudy, an unflattering shade of bright red, far too revealing, and tasteless in design. It might pass as suggestive lingerie, but as regular attire, it was an outright embarrassment.
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Harlee frowned. Why on earth would Lindsay have carried such an outfit with her? Her eyes instinctively darted toward Rhys, who was still occupied with work a little way off. Suddenly, it all clicked.
Lindsay continued, her voice dripping with fake kindness.
“I can see how much you love chasing pennies, always watching every dime. Money must be all you think about.
Consider this outfit a gift from me. I don’t mind doing a bit of charity. Someone as broke as you could never afford clothes this nice.”
Lindsay’s motive had nothing to do with generosity. She had heard that an assistant designer from the famous Janessa Studio had arrived at Central Hospital. Janessa Studio was a top-tier fashion house, celebrated both domestically and internationally for its exquisite custom pieces. They specialized in exclusive haute couture, with individual garments priced in the millions.
Even their simplest designs ran over a hundred thousand, and every piece was in high demand.
The lingerie Lindsay just presented, while expensive, was overly flashy—too much, especially with Nathaniel unwell. Lindsay knew Rhys wouldn’t appreciate her wearing something so bold right now. Instead, she decided the best use for it was to insult Harlee. She saw this as the perfect chance to make a connection with Janessa Studio, planning to order a custom outfit that would make her outshine Harlee.
Thinking this over, Lindsay lifted her chin with a smug expression.
“I doubt someone like you has even heard of Janessa Studio.”
“It’s the top couture brand in the world. You couldn’t afford a single piece even with your whole life’s savings.”
Lindsay smiled smugly.
“Their assistant designer will be here soon, and with my flawless figure and face, they’ll surely be impressed.
From here on out, every item I wear will come from Janessa Studio. Unlike you, I’m destined for a life of glamour and elegance, a true lady of the upper class, while you… Well, you’ll always be a filthy, sewer-dwelling rat.”
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