All Chapters of There's No Turning Back: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Harvey's mocking expression froze on his face.At that moment, Elara had just stepped out of the shower. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her shoulders and neck.The wet strands stuck to her slender collarbone, and the fabric of her clothes darkened where the moisture had seeped through. Her fair skin carried a delicate flush, still warm from the bath.Harvey's gaze lingered on her for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing tightened involuntarily. The two officers exchanged knowing looks as their gazes shifted toward Harvey.Harvey let out a short, bitter laugh. "Elara, are you doing this on purpose? You think this is the same as me and Niamh?""Mr. Fisher," one of the officers interrupted, "Let go of the collar first. Right now, you're trespassing and causing a disturbance."Elara lowered the mop, and Harvey finally released his grip on Lesley's shirt. She immediately pulled Lesley behind her, shielding her protectively.Lesley's face had gone pale. The momen

Elara pressed the stopwatch on her phone and held up the screen for Harvey to see. The ticking numbers on the timer flashed like bullets, each one piercing through his chest.Once upon a time, this was exactly how he had treated Elara. And now, the once-arrogant and untouchable CEO of Fisher Corp was the one strapped to a ticking time bomb.One of the officers nodded approvingly. "Ms. Jones has made a very reasonable suggestion. Mr. Fisher, please convince Niamh to record an apology video. If she can actually collect 999 likes on her post, it will help us close the case."For the first time in his life, Harvey felt as if he were being burned alive over an open flame. The feeling was unbearably stifling.His expression darkened, but he had no choice under the relentless countdown on Elara's screen. He unwillingly pulled out his phone and dialed the number.Never in his wildest dreams had he thought there would come a day when he would be forced into a corner by Elara Jones. And yet

After the lawyer posted the video, he let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Fisher, I've uploaded Niamh's apology video."He refreshed Niamh's social feed and immediately saw that Harvey was the first to like the post. Harvey turned his phone screen toward Elara, showing her Niamh's post.Without waiting for him to speak, Elara exited the stopwatch app on her phone. She didn't need any further prompting, and she signed her name on the statement of leniency.Handing the document over to the police, she smiled at Harvey and said, "Let's hope she collects 999 likes soon."Harvey was about to say something, but Elara spoke again. "I'm still looking forward to seeing Niamh take the stage at the exhibition race with Vincent and the team. The real show—where you and Niamh will lose all credibility—has yet to begin."He looked down at her with eyes filled with contempt as he scoffed. "So, you know Vincent."His gaze shifted to Lesley, radiating hostility. There was no way Elara could understand

"Luna! It's so nice to meet you!" Beau's clear voice rang out, but the moment he saw the person sitting inside the lounge, he froze.Elara had just been about to step into the dressing room when her gaze met Beau's. His excitement vanished instantly. His face stiffened, and he stared at her, dumbfounded."Why are you here?"Behind Niamh and Beau was a swarm of people. A photographer immediately turned the camera lens toward Elara and Lesley.Seeing so many people blocking the doorway, Lesley panicked slightly and instinctively edged closer to Elara."Elara, what are you doing in Luna's lounge?" Niamh's shock made her voice jump an octave.Meanwhile, Beau studied Lesley carefully, his eyes widening. "Are you Luna?"As soon as he spoke, he scratched his head in confusion.Lesley was wearing an oversized gunmetal-gray tracksuit. Her tall, lean build, sharp facial features, and extremely short-cropped hair gave off an androgynous look.At first glance, most people assumed she was

"Do you know who I am?" Niamh screamed as she flashed her participant ID at the staff, demanding they take a good look.However, the staff members exchanged looks of awkward disbelief after glancing at her credentials. Niamh's name was already infamous in this competition."Of course, we recognize you. You're Ms. Niamh Jones, the so-called amateur racer without a racing license. Since this is your first time participating in an international event, allow me to educate you."The staff member enunciated each word clearly. "Do not trespass into other racers' lounges!"Scanning the room, the staff then asked, "Who let you all in?"The lighting crew and photographers instinctively turned to Niamh. She puffed up her chest and declared, "They're with me!"The staff's patience snapped, their voice dropping into an aggravated growl. "The race is about to start. You probably brought this whole crew here to disturb Luna!"As soon as those words fell, a loud bang echoed through the room. A