Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 327

Emma was still wringing out her dress when Carter walked over, carrying a bowl of freshly sliced fruit.

"You went in the water?"

Carter guided her to a beach chair, gently pushed her down, and placed the bowl in her lap. He then crouched beside her to wring the seawater out of her hem himself.

Of course, Chloe ruined the moment by storming over.

"Mr. Harrington! Emma just tried to kill me! She's out of control, acting like she's above the law. You have to do something about her!"

Chloe sobbed, playing the fragile victim perfectly. Her eyes were red and teary, begging for sympathy.

Carter's eyes narrowed dangerously, a dark annoyance flashing across his features.

He glanced up at Emma, a reaction that made Chloe's heart soar with vindictive joy.

She dramatically sniffled. "The Harrington family has such a pristine reputation! Her criminal behavior is a massive embarrassment to your name."

Emma simply smiled softly, watching Chloe's theatrical performance like it was a comedy show.

Chloe wiped the water from her face, every movement calculated and precise. She projected pure vulnerability, desperately trying to trigger Carter's protective instincts.

"You have to get justice for me, Mr. Harrington."

Carter didn't even spare Chloe a glance. He meticulously smoothed out Emma's dress, looking up into her eyes. "Did someone bully you?"

The question caused the color to drain instantly from Chloe's face.

Desperate, she hurried to Carter's side, trying to force herself into his line of sight. "Mr. Harrington, I'm the one who was bullied!"

"Emma is delicate and fragile. You're accusing her of attempted murder. Do you have proof?"

Carter stood up, casually pulling a wooden chair over to sit directly beside Emma. Without even raising his voice, his mere presence radiated a suffocating wave of dominance that paralyzed everyone in the vicinity.

Anxious but confident, Chloe declared, "Of course I do! A bunch of people filmed it!"

"Is that so?"

Carter cast a terrifyingly calm gaze over the crowd, slowly rotating the sandalwood beads around his wrist.

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