A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 338

"Let's go," Herne said, grabbing Harold by the arm.

Harold yanked his arm free after a few steps, his frustration boiling over.

Herne blinked. What was wrong with this guy?

Honestly, Herne kind of knew who Harold was. They were both in the medical field and had bumped into each other at a few conferences, but they weren't close.

To the public—and even to him—Harold had always been that polished, privileged, rich boy. The rising star doctor with overseas credentials, looks, and talent—a golden boy.

Herne never imagined this side of him. He didn't even know how to process it.

...

"I can't believe the Pitts really meant to hurt you," Maria gritted her teeth.

"The thunder and lightning had nothing to do with his oath," Demi said calmly.

"Doesn't matter. Even if you didn't cause it, the way he panicked—he looked guilty as hell," George muttered, his voice sharp with contempt. "And the way he strutted in here earlier, like he had the moral high ground... disgusting."

"I always thought the Pitt siblings were just self-centered," Wendy said with a sigh. "Didn't think they were actually awful."

"Let's steer clear of them from now on," Chad added quickly.

"Totally," everyone else nodded in agreement.

Only Felix remained silent, his gaze dark and unreadable. Then, without a word, he slipped out of the tent and made a quiet phone call. It was time the Pitt family learned a lesson—not even tomorrow, but the same night.

...

While all 16 guests slept peacefully, the Internet was in full meltdown mode. The hashtags started trending—"#HaroldPittTriedToKillDemiMoone", "#PittSiblingsPlottedAgainstDemi", "#WhatHappenedBetweenDemiAndThePitts", "#WhoAreThePittSiblingsReally", and "#TheTruthAboutDemisRisetoFame".

Stephen's face went pale.

He remembered what had happened last time. Ana lied and got struck by lightning. Now, Harold swore—and thunder and lightning struck again?

Did that mean Harold lied? Had Harold really tried to kill Demi? His whole body tensed. No, that couldn't be right.

Sure, the family doted on Ana, but that didn't mean they'd go that far. Did it?

Behind him, Michelle stood frozen, terrified to say a word.

She'd hesitated earlier, unsure whether to tell Stephen what had happened during the livestream. She'd been afraid he'd yell at her. So, like always, she played dumb and hoped it would blow over. Clearly, it hadn't.

"Call the production team now," Stephen barked. "Get that bastard Harold on the phone. I want to hear from him myself!"