The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 585

Chapter 585 The Filth Befits The Fraud

Natalie stared at Harper in astonishment but managed to recover very quickly, for half the face that she used to spook the latter was precisely her own.

“What ghost, Harper? There’s no ghost here,” said Natalie as she held Harper’s hands.

“It’s her! That’s the ghost that’s been haunting me!” Harper shook off Natalie’s hands violently and hollered at Yara, “Don’t think that you’d be able to deceive me by creating half of that missing face you didn’t have! Just leave me alone!”

“Where did this crazy woman come from?” Yara furrowed her brows.

“Show your true self, evil spirit!” Harper surveyed her surroundings until her eyes fell upon a bucket on the floor. Then, she grabbed ahold of it and hurled its contents at Yara. “With so many people around, I have no reason to be afraid of you! Try to pick on me now, b*tch! I’d show you what’s what!”

Dank and grimy, the water that was used to mop the floor left Yara soaked through and completely ruined the getup she had meticulously put together.

“Security! Security!” Yara was hopping mad. “Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get this lunatic out of here!”

Harper’s visceral reaction took Natalie by some surprise, with the former in a seeming lack of care for whether Yara was human or not when she flung that big load of wastewater onto her.

filth befits the fraud. So I guess there’s nothing

mobilized and took the raving and ranting Harper

considering pulling out for the time being

“Hold on.”

and regarded Yara. “Is there

you in league with her?” Yara was obviously still stewing, and it showed in the way she

she reacted as strongly to your presence as she did! But half an hour

of the word ‘twin’ put a taut furrow between Yara’s brows. It bothered her so

nonsense

here, as you can expect.” Natalie’s lips curled up. “So, it isn’t that surprising even if you were to run into one or two

be anything more than dead. Where in the

about enough of the filthiness clinging to herself. She was not about to attend the funeral soaked to the skin lest she got turned into the butt of

for the VIP lounge in a

Natalie’s smirk only grew more gleeful

a lack of respect. It’s unfortunate that this

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