Chapter 220
Harvey lifted his gaze and double–checked the apartment number. It was correct. This was the place Elara rented with Merida
Standing in front of him was Lesley, dressed in gray plaid pajamas that leaned toward a more androgynous style. She had even thrown on a loose–fitting loungewear Jacket over them.
She had just been about to start her skincare routine, so her bangs were pushed up with a sports headband, making her look even more like a fresh–faced, youthful young man.
“Harvey Fisher!” Lesley’s expression turned instantly cold.
She had never formally met Harvey face–to–face. Five years ago, there had been a few times she spotted him from a distance, but that was it.
However, she had done her research. The moment she found out about Elara’s divorce, Harvey’s photo became her personal dartboard.
Harvey’s sharp, oppressive gaze swept over Lesley’s face. The suffocating pressure he exuded burst wave, filling the narrow space. “Lesley Lupone, is it?”
out like a
Like a monarch issuing a decree, he commanded, “If you don’t want to die, get the hell out of my way.” The two police officers behind him coughed awkwardly in unison. “Mr. Fisher, calm down!”
Harvey wasn’t even trying to hide his blatant disregard for law enforcement.
“Lesley.” Elara’s voice carried from behind the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
“I forgot to bring in my new body lotion.”
Lesley immediately responded, “I’ll grab it for you!”
The sound of running water had drowned out the doorbell earlier.
Elara thought for a moment before adding, “Forget it. I’ll be out soon anyway. You might as well help me apply it.” Lesley quickly called out, “Elara, don’t come out yet!”
Elara paused in confusion inside the bathroom. Meanwhile, Lesley’s hand tightened on the doorknob as she turned back to Harvey, glaring at him as if he were her mortal enemy.
“You’re the one who needs to get the hell out!”
The resentment she had harbored for seven years erupted in full force. Seeing one’s enemy always brought out the deepest fury.
Back at the airport, when Cyrus sent Harvey a picture of Elara walking hand–in–hand with another man, Harvey had already been in a foul mood.
Now, Harvey actually saw a male stranger in pajamas standing in Elara’s home with his own eyes. And worse, he heard Elara casually asking that man to help her apply body lotion… Molten rage threatened to consume his last shred of reason.
Elara was actually involved with this scrawny, weak–looking guy? It was a direct slap to his face! Fury surged through him. He reached out and grabbed Lesley by the collar, yanking hard as if he intended to lift her right off the ground.
The two police officers immediately intervened, grabbing hold of Harvey’s arms-
Chapter 220
“Mr. Fisher! Calm down!”
“Mr. Fisher! Let go right now!”
The bathroom door swung open just in time for Elara to witness the scene. Her face went deathly pale. She seized the mop from inside the bathroom without a second thought and swung it straight at Harvey’s face!
The damp cloth strands swept across his cheek before she pressed the wooden handle firmly against his throat Her voice was sharp and commanding as she spat, “Let Gol
The mop dug into his windpipe, momentarily cutting off his breath. Harvey then met her furious, blazing eyes, finding the entire situation absurd and almost laughable.
“Look at the man you picked for yourself. He’s completely powerless against me,” he sneered.
But his taunts didn’t shake Elara in the slightest.
“Lesley isn’t my man. Lesley is my best friend,” she said coldly.
Harvey let out a derisive laugh. “Elara Jones, do you really expect me to believe that? What kind of woman becomes “best friends‘ with a man?”
She countered without missing a beat, “If you can have a female best friend, why can’t I have a male best friend?”
